Haircut Stories - Amy's Real Estate Agent's Head Shave Resolution : headshave buzz cut bald

She had been chewing gum for the last hour, savoring the sweet minty flavor as she went about her day. As she was cleaning up the kitchen after dinner, she realized the gum had lost most of its taste. She grabbed a napkin and spit the wad of gum into it, preparing to toss it into the trash can across the room. Taking aim, she flicked her wrist to launch the gum towards the bin.

But her aim was a bit off. Instead of landing in the trash, the gum sailed through the air and landed with a soft "plop" right in the middle of her long, wavy locks. "No, no, no!" she cried out loud. She gingerly tried to locate and remove the sticky sphere, but it had instantly adhered to her hair strands.

She quickly moved to the bathroom and grabbed a comb, trying in vain to untangle the mess. The more she pulled, the more strands became hopelessly entwined with the gum. Groaning in frustration, she realized this was a battle she wasn't going to win on her own. She needed reinforcements.

She quickly dialed her regular hair stylist's number. The phone rang a few times before a friendly voice answered, "Thanks for calling Sally's Salon, this is Carl speaking."

"Carl, thank goodness you're there!" she exclaimed. "This is Amy. I'm in a real hair emergency over here."

Amy proceeded to explain how an errant piece of gum had become hopelessly tangled in her long locks. "I've tried everything to get it out, but I'm just making it worse. I need your professional help!"

"Oh dear, that doesn't sound good at all," Carl sympathized. "Those gum situations can be quite sticky to deal with."

"You're telling me!" Amy cried. "Listen, I have an important meeting for work tomorrow morning. I can't show up looking like I lost a battle with a bubble gum machine. Is there any way you can squeeze me in tonight for an emergency appointment?"

There was a pause as Carl checked the schedule. "Let me see...I'm actually all booked up this evening, my apologies. But I could get you in first thing at 8 am before we open?"

Amy's shoulders slumped. "But Carl, you don't understand. This meeting is make-or-break for a huge sale at my real estate agency. I need to look perfectly polished and professional. If I show up with gunky hair, it'll completely undermine my credibility!"

She said, "Isn't there anything you can do? I'm desperate here! Please, I'll pay double your rate, triple even! Just name your price."