It was partly cloudy when a father came in with his three daughters.
They looked exactly alike and very young (about eight), their father had a strange idea for their styles.
” Me and my wife can’t tell these girls apart, could you give each one a different cut from the other two”
”Sure”, I agreed.
”And can you give them undercuts with a number in the order you do ‘em”
I was a bit confused but nodded and led the three girls to the chairs, I placed a booster seat on each chair and lifted them into their position.
I color-coded their capes to match the French flag, blue nearest the waiting room; red the farthest.
Before I could start, the father came up to me.
”Do you dye kid’s hair?”
”Not often, why?”
”Could you dye their hair too?”
I was a bit hesitant to say yes but said,”What color?”
”You pick but each girl has to have a different color”
I nodded and he went away, I could properly start.
The first daughter was named Jasmine, I sectioned off her nape and applied a number 1# guard to my device.
The nape was left short and with a styling razor, I carved a one into the back of her prepubescent head.
I took up my scissors and cut her hair into a long bob with a wispy fringe.
For a dye, I safely colored her hair a dark blue.
She was confused at my work but was in awe at its beauty.
I moved to the second girl and buzzed her nape, carving the next number onto it.
For her, I went shorter, giving her a bob with blunt bangs.
She felt like a green so that was what I dyed her, the girl was at least interested in what I had done.
I went to the last girl on the line up, she looked at me with glittering eyes,” I want to be bald”
She looked at me tensely,”I want no hair”
I tried to persuade her to give a different style a try but she was firmly on the idea of going bald.
I sighed and removed the guard from the clippers, starting them up and flattening the girl’s hairline.
Pass this way and that, she had a very short buzz. With a safety razor, I shaved her bald.
I couldn’t color her head so I put the dye on her eyebrows and with the clippers, I shaved three slits into her brow.
I removed the capes and took the girls to their father, he wasn’t thrilled about a bald daughter or her dyed and shaved eyebrows but with a huff, he accepted them with a hug.
They left and I counted my profit