Really? Google is renting 600 pixels from Bossy in order to hawk $3 bumper stickers? Bossy gets a percentage of every item sold, so you can imagine her anticipation about the half penny she’ll receive in six years.
For this reason and less, way less—Bossy can no longer do this every time she needs a haircut. But lucky for Bossy there are people who can
make her cry cut her hair only a few miles from her house!
The first thing Bossy did on
castration day hair appointment day was decide what to wear, because your salon outfit conveys who you are to the hairstylist. For instance you can convey, “I am conservative”, or “I am arty”, or in Bossy’s case, “I am a Mortician.”
After much agonizing and changing in and out of white tank tops, Bossy chose this outfit:
And then Bossy decided to wear her funky boots:
All dressed and armed with hair photos, Bossy began her journey to the salon, which was every bit as inspiring as being in New York City:
And before she knew it she had arrived at the intersection of Madison Avenue and Hopeless:
A few minutes later Bossy was pulling into her new salon’s parking lot:
And honestly, once Bossy was situated in her parking space she didn’t know what she was so worried about:
Inside the salon, Bossy changed into a
hospital gown smock and spoke with her new stylist. Bossy’s stylist looked at all of the photos Bossy brought of her various haircuts and the stylist understood immediately what Bossy had in mind:
Next the stylist applied some highlights and stuck Bossy under a dryer and set the timer:
It may interest some of you to know how Bossy thought she could get away with taking photos. Well. Bossy simply told those around her she was trying to learn how to use her camera!
After just a few minutes of
baking sitting, Bossy was able to capture a portrait of her new stylist:
And then an interesting thing happened. Bossy began reading her camera manual and she learned a few amazing tricks:
Twenty minutes later it was time to wash the highlights out of her hair:
And finally Bossy’s hair was ready for the cut, which was over before Bossy could say, “My other stylist is from Rome.”