Getting a Flattop by Flattopper

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It was the summer after I graduated high school, and I decided it was time to get rid of the mop on my head I called hair. I had been contemplating getting a haircut for a few weeks, and had dilly-dallied around the idea of what to get. I woke up around noon one day and decided that day was the day I was finally getting a haircut. I ran a few errands around town before finally hitting the barbershop. I pull up in the parking lot and see two other cars.

Getting out of my car, I was sweating bullets. Walking inside, I saw a man in the chair getting his haircut and another in line.

"Oh man" I thought to myself. "I can still back out. There's still time." I panicked.

No. It's time to get a man's haircut. You're grown up now and you need to look like it. The second man was just getting the cape taken off of him and paying. I stood up and could feel my legs about to give, but I stuck strong.

The barber asked me what I'd like, and I replied,"Could I get a flattop with a #2 on the sides please?"

"One flattop comin right up, but I only do 'em one way. No guard on the sides. Keeps you nice and cool for summer." The barber said.

"Well if it gets this mop off me and keeps me cool I'm all for it." I replied. Oh god, did I really just say that, what did I get myself into??

As soon as I finished my sentence he threw a neck strip around me, and tossed the cape on. I was in for a wild ride and there was no stopping now. I could hear his big Oster clippers fire up, as he came up on the right side of me, put the clippers up to my sideburn, and took a big hunk of hair off. I couldn't believe it, I was about to get the haircut I had been dreaming of getting since I was a kid! Still nervous I feel him work around the back, and see my long hair tumble down the cape, it was exhilarating.

As soon as I was nearly bald all around the sides and back of my head, he fired up the wall clippers and began working on the top. He cut it down short enough to where he could spike it up and get the perfect flattop. The barber mowed down little by little until there a little stubble on top of my head, perfectly flat with a hint of a landing strip down the center. He brushed the long hair that was once on my head down to the floor, handed me a mirror and let me have a look.

I was speechless. I couldn't believe I got a flattop! It looked wonderful. Bald on the sides and short on the top with a landing strip down the center. "Is that how you wanted it?" Asked the barber. "I couldn't have asked for anything better" I replied. I gave him a $20 and told him to keep the change. I can't wait to go back for weekly tuneups to keep this flattop in perfect shape.

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