I cut Charlie’s hair a few days ago and he insisted on having a tail… ICK. I hated them in the 80′s and I still can’t stand them, but he wants what he wants. So I left him his tail. We arrived at my sisters this afternoon and she noticed it and started hammering him with the questions… Why? WHy? WHY???
Finally she just said “Charlie I’ll give you twenty bucks if you let me cut it off.”
He hemmed and hawed and then said “Okay. I want ten up front…” So thats how the deal went ten up front and Aunt D got the scissors… no more tail. After words she said “Why did I start so high? I bet he would have gone for ten.”
My response was ”Yeah…Now it’s going to be twenty for everything…”




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