â€œClickâ€ â€¦â€¦ The alarm clock sounded with a steady buzzing.
â€œDamn, itâ€™s 7am already â€¦â€¦â€, Carol said to her self as the Sun shinned through the bedroom window as she reached to turned off the alarm clock. She stretched and tossed the blanket off her body.
Raising her legs in the air she turned and sat up of the edge of the bed and stretched again.
She stood up, stretched again, and slowly, somewhat sleepy, walked to the bathroom where she showered.
She stood in front the mirror over the sink, turning her head side to side.
â€œDamnâ€, she said out loud, â€œI need a hair cutâ€.
She got dressed for work.
The usual, skirt and matching blouse, stocking and garter belt, then matching 4-inch high heels.
She walked to the dresser and applied her make-up and again looked her self, turning her head side to side, saying out loud, â€œDAMN, I really need a hair cutâ€.
Walking to the kitchen, talking to her self, she said, â€œIâ€™ll go at lunch.
â€œThereâ€™s a barber shop a few block from work.
â€œI have seen women go in and out.
â€œYes, at lunch â€¦..â€.
The morning, at work, went well.
The normal telephone calls, orders taken, coffee with co-workers, and the boss trying to figure out if any thing was going wrong.
She was on the telephone when a co-worker, Sandy, asked if she was going to join her, and a few of the other females, for lunch.
Putting her hand on the telephone, Carol told her, â€œNo â€¦â€¦ I need a hair cutâ€.
They smiled at each other as Sandy waived to Carol and walked to her desk.
A few minutes later Sandy and the other ladies went off to lunch. Five minutes later Carol grabber her handbag, told her boss where she was going and telling him she might be a few minutes late getting back.
He smiled, shook his head.
â€œOKâ€™, and told her, â€œDonâ€™t worry about it â€¦â€¦ I owe you timeâ€.
Carol left and head down the street to the barber shop.
When she arrived there was a â€œCLOSED â€“ Returning in 5-minutesâ€ sign on the door. She looked around and there was a coffee shop across the street.
A cup of coffee and a snack will be great. She crossed the street and went in the shop. After getting her coffee and snack she noticed there was an open table by the front window.
She sipped on her coffee and munched on her snack. After about ten minuets she looked up and noticed the barber open the door and walk in, but he did not turn the sign to â€œOPENâ€.
She sat waiting for him to turn the sign, to â€œOPENâ€,
Her mind, begin flashing back, back years.
Years when she was four.
How she would tag alone with her dad and brothers to the barber shop for their monthly hair cut.
She like it when they got their Summer hair cut.
Dad would have the barber give her brothers a short flattop.
When they got home her mother would smile at them, brush her fingers over her dadâ€™s hair. She would do the same thing to her brothers, who as they got older wanted to keep their hair like it was before the flattop.
She sometimes would snuggle up to her mom and ask if she could get a flattop.
Of course, mom would laugh and say â€œNOâ€.
Then, March came around and it was one of the warmest in years. Dad told her brothers they would be getting the short flattop a few months early because of the weather.
Carol again snuggled up to her mom, and ask about the flattop.
For some reason mom told her, â€œâ€if your dad says it is all rightâ€, you can get oneâ€.
Carol rushed off and began snuggling up to her dad and asking him to let her get a flat-top.
Dad laughed, running his fingers through her shoulder long hair.
Then, he picked her up and gave her a hug.
â€œNOâ€, he told her.
Putting her down, she turned and walked away pouting and talking to her self. She even tried talking to her brothers, asking them to talk with dad. They laughed and shook their head â€˜noâ€™.
But, she kept up trying, with both mom and dad.
Needless to say what Carol spend the next few days doing.
Even the morning dad and her brothers were going for their hair cut, she made an effort to get a â€œyesâ€.
She made one last effort while they were driving to the barbershop.
â€œDadâ€, she asked sitting in the back seat. â€œYou know it is really hot â€¦â€¦
Can I get my hair cut a little shortâ€?
Her dad looked at her in the rearview mirror, â€œAnd, mom â€¦â€¦ what did she sayâ€!
He knew what mom told her a few weeks earlier. Carol crossed her arms and sat quietly.
Then, out of no were, Bryan, her older brother, chimed in, â€œSure, you tell her she canâ€™t cut her hair short but we have too.
What a deal â€¦â€¦â€!
Dad pulled into the parking lot on side the barbershop.
She looked at Bryan then Ricky â€¦â€¦
They looked at their dad, then Carol. She had her cute little sister eyes looking at them.
â€œOKâ€, Ricky spoke up, â€œas long as we donâ€™t have to get a flattop after this one â€¦â€¦ until we want oneâ€.
Dad looked at her brothers then at her â€¦â€¦
She looked at her brothers.
Dad said nothing. They got out the car and walked into the barbershop.
â€œHi Mikeâ€, dad said to the barber. â€œHow many â€¦..â€?
â€œJust Danâ€, he told dad as he point to the man in the chair.
â€œBryan, Rick â€¦â€¦ and lovely Carol how are you doing this warm day.
â€œBet the boys are ready for their yearly flattopâ€?
â€œThe boys will be getting a short flat-topâ€, her dad told Mike, â€œas will Iâ€.
They sat down. She and her brothers picked up a comic book, dad a magazine.
As usual, dad was first to get a haircut followed by Bryan then Ricky.
Ricky slid out the barber chair but dad did not get up.
He turned to Carol â€¦â€¦
â€œOK, your turnâ€, he told her pointing to the barber chair.
Mr. Mike stood there looking at dad, â€œPat â€¦â€¦ I donâ€™t cut women and girls hairâ€.
â€œMikeâ€, dad began telling him, â€œshe not getting a girlâ€™s hair cut â€¦â€¦â€.
Mr. Mike looked at dad â€¦â€¦
But, before he could say any thing dad told him, â€œShe wants a flattop â€¦â€¦
â€œSo, give her a flat-top. A short one like you gave the boysâ€.
â€œWhatâ€™s Pat going to say when you get homeâ€, Mr. Mike asked.
â€œShe said I couldâ€, Carol said as she stood with her little arms out so Mr. Mike could put her in the barber chair.
Mike looked at dad, who just said, â€œYes she didâ€.
Mr. Mike picked her up and put her in the little chair.
He put the cape on her and turned to the shelf.
Mike took hold of the big black clippers, he used on the boys. He brushed it off and put a few drops of oil on the blade, put on the number two head, then clicked it off and on a few times.
Walking to the right side of the chair he looked at dad, â€œYou sure â€¦â€¦â€?
Dad looked her, â€œYou sure â€¦â€¦â€?
Carol said, smiling at him, â€œYEPâ€.
Then, Mike clicked the clippers to life.
He placed his left hand on the top of her head and tilted it to the left. He placed the humming clippers just below the hairline in front of her right ear.
Slowly he pushed the clippers upward as long strands of her light brown hair began to fall into the cape.
Continued Copyright Â© March 2016 JimB
Just like JAKE
By JimB Copyright Â© January 2014
Bryan and Rick looked at each other then at Carol sitting the chair with a big smile on her face.
Dad sat there just shaking his head, mumbling to his self, â€œI canâ€™t believe itâ€!
Mike continued clipping strip after strip around her head.
When he got the left side and made the last path in front of her left ear, he placed the clippers on the crown of her head and slowly pushed it forward.
Hair strands piped up in front of the clippers then fell into the cape and Carolâ€™s lap.
As the pile of hair floated past her eyes her eyes got big, then she smiled.
Mike made another pass over the left side of her head, on the left side.
He walked around the back of the chair to the right side. There he repeated the clipping on the right side of the top of her head.
He turned the clippers off and brushed he left hand over the top of her head then the back and sides.
Carol looked at her self in the mirror, behind the waiting chairs, smiling and turning her head side to side.
Her dad, and brothers, just sat shaking their head. They could not believe it.
They had thought to their self she would start crying and tell Mr. Mike â€œSTOPâ€.
But, there she sat, for the first time in her life, in the barber chair getting all her hair clipped to a half inch all over. She sat just smiling and looked at them.
â€œITâ€™ NOT SHORT LIKE THEIRSâ€, she said loudly to Mr. Mike. â€œI want a flattop like you did theirsâ€.
Mike looked at dad, Dad looked at Mike.
He dad started to say something but she quickly told him, â€œYOU said I could get a flattop like Bryan and Rick.
â€œZactly like Bryan and Rickâ€.
â€œSweet heartâ€, her dad said to her as he walked the chair, â€œtheir hair cut is really short and I do not think your mom will â€¦..â€
â€œShe told meâ€, she, somewhatâ€™ loudly told him. â€œShe told me it was up to you.
â€œWant a flattop zactly like Bryan and Rickâ€.
Bryan stood up and started walking to the chair â€¦..
â€œZactly like Bryan and Rickâ€, she told them again.
Dad waived Bryan back. He looked a Mike, who was standing there not knowing what to say.
If he said â€œNOâ€™, he knew Carol would start with fits and he would end up giving her a flattop even though he did not want to.
He looked at her dad, hoping he would put an end to the hair cut.
But, he just looked at her.
â€œIF your momâ€, he started telling her, â€œtells me any thing young lady â€¦..
â€œYou will be â€¦.. be â€¦..
â€œOK, Mikeâ€, he said, â€œShe wants a short flattop, then give her the extremely really short flattop.
â€œExtremely really short like the one you gave Jakeâ€.
Mike looked at him and started to say something.
â€œJAKEâ€, he inquired with a questionable look. â€œJake got ha â€¦.. had â€¦..
â€œYaâ€™ yaâ€™, I know. Really extremely short â€œFLATTOP like Jake gotâ€.
He smiled at dad, as dad stepped back to his seat.
Rick looked at his dad, â€œWho is Jakeâ€?
â€œDo not worry about who Jake isâ€, dad told Rick. â€œMr. Mike knows who he is, that is what is important.
â€œYouâ€™re sister will not want another flattop again, that is all that matersâ€.
Bryan looked at Rick and started to ask, but Rick just shrugged his shoulders.
When Mike turned back to the chair, the clippers did not have a head on it and he had a small thin black comb.
He stepped in front of the chair and Carol. He combed the comb a little into her hair.
Then, with a quick movement he moved the clippers over the comb cutting her hair to a quarter of an inch. He slid the comb backward, then the quickly moved the clippers over the comb.
Each backward combing, then clippering, was slowly done until he had take the last movement at the back of her head.
When he stepped to the right side of the chair, Carolâ€™s head jerked forward a little.
Her eyes got big and wide.
Then, she started smiling and shaking her head, with approval.
Again this took her dad and Mike by surprise. Even if she had said something, Mike knew he would have two choices.
Finish the cut or take the comb and finish clippering her hair the same length all over.
He stepped behind the chair and looked at her dad, â€œJakeâ€?
Her dad looked at her, sitting there smiling.
â€œYes like Jakeâ€, he told Mike.
Mike tossed the comb on the counter then stepped behind the chair and Carol.
â€œWhat do you haveâ€, her dad asked Mike.
â€œ.oooooâ€, he replied. â€œOKâ€!
Her dad shook his head, â€œYESâ€.
Mike stepped close to the chair. He placed his left hand on the top of her head and tilted it forward. He clicked the clippers to life.
Placing the singing clippers just below her hairline, he slowly pushed it upward stopping and pulling the clippers away just below the occipital bone. He did another pass upward to the right, then another behind her right ear.
He stepped to the right then started another upward past of the clippers then another coming up behind her right ear.
Then, he placed the clipper just below the hair line in front of her ear and moved the clippers upward slowly leaving behind hardly any hair.
Then, he walked around to the left side and did the same.
He took his hair duster and dusted over her head.
Still, to her dad and Mikeâ€™s surprise, she just sat there smiling
Her brothers could not believe how short Mr. Mike had cut their sisterâ€™s hair.
Dad was wondering what mom would say.
This was not a flattop.
There was a slight wining sound then Mike turned around. In his left hand was a pile of soft white warm shaving lather.
He walked to the right side of the chair and slowly begin dapping a little warm lather a long her hair line, to be edged with the straight razor. Something he did with all haircuts.
He dapped behind her right ear, stepping behind the chair he begin to spread the warm lather along the bottom of her hair line.
â€œLIKE JAKEâ€™S FLATTOPâ€, her dad told him. â€œJust like Jakeâ€™s flattopâ€.
Mike leaned back a little, â€œAre you sur â€¦..â€!
â€œYesâ€, he dad told him. â€œJust like Jakeâ€.
Mike took a breath.
He took some warm lather from his left hand then started spreading up the back of her head, slowly working the lather over the right side of her head then the left side.
Carol looked at her self in the large mirror and saw something she had never seen.
Not on her brothers when they got their flattop, nor on he dad when he got one.
Not even any of the men and boys she had watched Mr. Mike give a hair cut to.
She did not say a word. She just sat there, waiting.
Mike returned to the right side of the chair. He took hold of the leather strap, flipped open the straight razor, and stropped itsâ€™ blade over it to sharpen itâ€™s edge.
Her brothers looked at each other.
Mr. Mike had always spread the lather alone the hairline then shave a little strip of hair.
Edging he told them. Make the cut look nice and neat.
He slowly raised the sharp blade up to her the top of the lather.
â€œYou sureâ€, he asked her dad. He shook his head â€œyesâ€.
Mike began shaving the right side of her head. Leaving behind skin.
He shaved another section, then another one behind her right ear.
Carol just sat there, smiling.
He continued shaving from the hairline down ward, leaving behind nothing but skin.
Her brothers just sat there not believing how their sister was getting her hair cut.
How could dad do this!
How could he sit there watching this happen to their sister!
What was mom going to say when them got home?
Mike continued shaving the back of her head. Slowly working his way to the left side of her head. Taking the final shave he stepped back.
Mike looked at her dad.
Dad looked at Mike.
He took a breath, â€œJust like Jakeâ€!
Mike walked to the counter and place the straight razor on the counter. He took hold a white towel and dampened it with warm water. He turned to the chair and began wiping the back and sides of Carolâ€™s head of the excess lather.
Then, he shook some powder on the hair duster and dusted around her head.
He turned the chair around so Carol could see her hair cut in the mirror behind the chair.
She smiled turning her head side to side.
Mike turned the chair back to the front. He took hold of Carol and lifted her out the chair.
She turned around, â€œSee I got a flattop â€¦… I got a flattopâ€.
Sticking her tongue at her brothers, â€œMine is shorter than yoursâ€™â€
They looked at her.
Bryan turned and whispered to Rick, â€œShe does not know she didnâ€™t get a flattopâ€.
Rick whispered back to Bryan, â€œWhat kind of hair cut did she get and who is â€œJakeâ€â€!
Carol walked to her dad and raised her arms upward. He leaned down and picked her up.
He gave her a kiss. He had some tears in his eyes.
â€œThank dadâ€, she told him and gave him a kiss. â€œI like my flattop cause it is better than Bryan and Rick flattopâ€.
Dad paid Mike for the haircuts and we left.
â€œLet me know what Pat saysâ€, Mike told dad.
Continued Copyright Â© March 2016 JimB
Just like JAKE
By JimB Copyright Â© January 2014
All the way home dad was wonder what Pat was going to say. How was she going to react!
But, she did tell him, and Carol, she could get the flattop if he said it was all right.
But â€¦.. But, like this â€¦.. Like Jake â€¦..
When they got home Carol was the first out the car. She went calling to her mom.
â€œMom â€¦.. Mom â€¦..â€, she called. â€œMom where are you. I got a flattop. Mine is better than Bryan and Rick flattop. MOMâ€.
â€œCarolâ€, her mom called to her, â€œI coming. I am upstairsâ€.
Just as dad and her brothers walked in mom came downstairs.
She looked the boys over, â€œNice flattopâ€.
They just looked at her.
Rick told her, â€œCarol got one tooâ€.
She looked at her husband, â€œShe did â€¦.. did sheâ€.
They looked at each other then their mom. Then, they just walked up to their bedrooms.
She turned to her husband, â€œSo, you caved inâ€!
â€œWell â€¦.. Letâ€™s say she got a shorter hair cutâ€, he told her as she was brushing her fingers over his short flattop.
â€œI wish you would keep the flattopâ€, she told him. â€œYou know I like it on you.
â€œMaybe I should get one â€¦..â€!
â€œMOMâ€, Carol called out.
Weâ€™re comingâ€, she called to Carol.
They walked to the kitchen, when Carol was getting a drink of water.
â€œCAROLâ€, she said as Carol turned around. Her eye got wide. She turned to her husband.
â€œFLATTOPâ€, she somewhat angerly said to him.
â€œThat is NOT a FLATTOP â€¦..â€.
â€œYES IT ISâ€, Carol yelled at her. â€œIt is better than Bryan and Rickâ€.
â€œWhy donâ€™t you go up to your room and take a showerâ€, mom told her. Carol smiled and went upstairs.
She turned to her husband, her arms crossed. She had a pissed-off look on her face.
He knew she was up set. He knew he was going to be in the â€œdog houseâ€ for weeks.
â€œWhat do you call her hair cutâ€, mom asked.
â€œWell, WHAT do you call her hair cutâ€!
He stood there.
â€œYou know what I call it â€¦.. DO you know what I call itâ€, she told him.
â€œDO YOU â€¦.. Come on tell me what you call it â€¦..â€!
They stood there looked at each other.
Then, before he could say a word â€¦..
â€œYOU KNOW WHAT I CALL HER HAIR CUTâ€, she said to him. â€œDO YOU â€¦…â€
He stood there.
â€œI call her hair cut â€¦.. JAKE â€¦.. JAKEâ€, she told him as she put her arms around his neck and gave him a kiss.
â€œA JAKE hair cutâ€, she told him again.
â€œDo you think she will want â€˜anotherâ€™ flat-topâ€, she asked him as she gave him another kiss.
â€œI donâ€™t knowâ€, he told her. â€œShe just sat there as Mike buzzed her hair off and shaved the back and sides.
â€œSHE JUST SAT THERE â€¦.. SHE DID NOT SAY A WORD â€¦..
â€œShe even stuck her tongue at her brothers. And, you know she only does that when she likes somethingâ€.
â€œHmmmm, So you are sayingâ€, mom comments, â€œour daughter might want to keep her â€˜flattopâ€™ â€¦.. JAKE hair cutâ€?
He kissed her again â€¦..
â€œNow â€¦..â€, he said to her, â€œyou want me to keep the flat-top â€¦..
â€œHummmm, you know I think you would look great with a flattop, tooâ€.
Continued Copyright Â© March 2016 JimB
Just like JAKE
By JimB Copyright Â© January 2014
Carol took a sip of coffee and saw the sign on the door of the barbershop was being turned to OPEN.
She took another sip.
She took hold of her purse and walked out the little coffee shop. She walked across the street to the barbershop.
She opened the door and was greeted by the barber, â€œHi, can I help youâ€?
She put her purse on one of the waiting chairs and walked to the barber chair.
The barber was shaking the cape out.
He leaned over and gave her a kiss, â€œWhat you been up to sis?
â€œHavenâ€™t seen you in three â€“ four monthsâ€
â€œI told you I would be out of town for a few monthsâ€, Carol told Rick. â€œI told you and Bryan I was being sent to Cleveland to help open the new office thereâ€.
The Rick tossed the cape across her, put the neck tissue around her neck, and pulled the cape around her neck and clipped it in place.
â€œYou coming to Nancyâ€™s birthday party Saturdayâ€, he asked his sister. â€œShe had been asking when you were coming over for a visitâ€.
â€œYou know I will be thereâ€, she told her brother. â€œAnd, I have a great present for herâ€.
â€œDonâ€™t even askâ€, she told him. â€œYou will see when she opens itâ€.
â€œOKâ€, Rick replied. â€œSo, what are you getting?
â€œCome on little brotherâ€, she told him, â€œyou know how I have been cutting my hair for the last fifteen years. You know I have been coming to you ever sense you got your barber license and opened your own barbershopâ€.
Rick turned to the counter and took hold of the big black clippers hanging under the counter. He brushed it off and put on the number one attachment.
â€œSo, you getting a JAKEâ€, he inquired.
She looked at him, â€œJAKEâ€.
â€œThis one is going to pretty shortâ€, he told her. â€œThis has a .000000 clipper head.
â€œGoing to be really short in the back and on the sides.
â€œMaybe I should change the attachment to a number point oneâ€!
â€œSounds greatâ€, she told Rick.
He changed the attachment.
â€œFour monthsâ€, he told her as he place the clippers below her hairline in front of right ear.
She watched as the clippers left behind short hair she had not seen on her head in four months. Even shorter than the last hair cut Rick gave her.
â€œThat is really shortâ€, she told Rick. â€œShorter than the last hair cut you gave me, before I left for Clevelandâ€.
â€œTold you it would be really shortâ€, he replied as he started clippering the back of her head.
â€œJust wait until you see how short the back and sides will be when I take the attachment offâ€!
With each pass of the clippers more and more of her hair slowly drifted pass her eyes and into the pile in her lap.
He finished the left side and she looked at her self in the mirror behind the waiting chairs.
â€œOK, here goesâ€, Rick said, as he place the clippers on the back of her head.
Slowly he moved the clippers forward pushing a pile of hair until it reached her forehead and floated passed her watching eyes into her lap.
She took a breath and let it out slowly.
â€œWOWâ€, she let out. â€˜I like the cut alreadyâ€.
â€œWant me to stopâ€, Rick inquired.
She looked at him.
â€œJAKEâ€, she told him. â€œIf I wanted my hair cut like this I would have told you.
â€œNow give me my JAKEâ€.
With that said, told to him, Rick began clippering the top left side of her head.
Walking around the back of the chair he softly brushed the back of her head.
Then, he placed the clippers at the back of her head, on the right side, and slowly moved it forward. Pushing a pile of hair until it reach her forehead and slowly floated passed her eyes into the cape.
She had watch this happen every three weeks. She watched her lap slowly get covered with her clipped hair.
But, the clipped hair left behind was never this short.
When he made the last pass over her head, she took her hands from under the cape and brushed her ne