My mother has been pestering me to get a line-up (if you don't know what this is, go here) for about a week, so I decided that I could fit this in before the meeting.
The meeting was a 30-minute train ride away. I, of course, factored in 10 minutes of train-delay/lost time. My goal was to be on a rain by 11:10am.
Here's how that went down.
10:30am -- Leave my apartment. Walk down 181st street to look for a barber.
10:33am -- Find an open barber shop.
The sole barber has only one man in his chair.
Me: How much longer will you be?
Barber: *Blank stare*
Me: Hey, how much longer will you be?
Barber: *Nods Head* Yes.
Me: [Internally: I didn't ask a "yes" or "no" question.] I said, how much longer will you be? Can I get a line-up?
Dude in Chair: Yo man, he's doin' my head. He's going to be a while.
With this, I leave. I notice that the man in the chair is bald, and the barber has his clippers in one hand and a blow dryer in the other.
This is why I will never let anyone who isn't black touch my head.
I left.
10:44am -- Keep walking. Cross Grand Concourse.
There were no open barbershops on 181st Street. Sad, I decided to walk up to Fordham Road (Approx. 190th Street--A little under a mile from where I was) to scope out barbershops/kill time.
Apparently, every barbershop in the Bronx is run by brown people.
I have nothing against brown people, but, don't forget--their hair is straight.
I don't get a line-up.
10:58am -- Board the D Train.
11:00am-11:58am -- What should've been a 30 minute train ride turns into an hour-long train ride. Thanks, MTA
12:00pm-12:08pm -- Realize that I forgot to write down the address of my meeting. I run around 5th Ave./Madison Ave. like a mad man.
12:09pm -- Find meeting location. Realize that I have to take an elevator up 33 floors.
12:10pm -- Panic.
12:11pm -- Reach Destination
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