Doncha just hate when . . .
 

You go to a new salon to get your hair cut, the operator is great, gives you the best haircut ever! Then you go back a second time and still the best haircut ever! Then the third time the receptionist says, I'm sorry but ***** moved to Florida. We do have ***** or ***** that is taking over her clients. So you make an appointment hope for the best all the while knowing you will look like Buster Brown when they get done and that's exactly what happens. I hate looking for stylists! :eyebrow:

PICS OR IT NEVER HAPPENED

I hate it when I'm cleaning my 12 gauge, and it accidently goes off, and blows my head off.

Ok

Looks nice from here

<Shrug>

I think you are looking at the dog, I am the one on the left in the after picture :thepain:

or a mechanic, or a piercer. all those personal service types.

Yes, us hairless people just LOVE to hear about the trials and tribulations of you follically blessed folk!!!

wait, you're hairless? like . . . all over?

Only one way to find out. And bring a penis with you this time!!!!


:D

on second thought, I don't want to know! ;)

you got me chuckling

ditto
um nevermind

Haircuts for me are easy. Every six months or so (when the ends are getting too raggedy), the hair goes into a ponytail holder and I trim off the bottom inch or so.

What I hate is the cheap-ass bags that you get from the supermarkets these days. They're okay while they're sitting in the cart, usually survive being placed in the car, but then they self-destruct as you're carrying things into the house. And not just any bag ... the ones holding the TP and the toothpaste and the non-foods, they're fine. The overloaded ones with the milk and the detergent, they stay intact, but the freakin' ones where you have the dozen yogurts because of the 12 for $5 special, and the bag of tomatoes and eggs you've nestled gently on the top of the pile the whole way home ... those are the ones that split right at the seams and scatter everything everywhere.

That's why I've switched to granola-eatin' hippie cloth bags. Not the environment. The tragedy of the tomatoes.

Tragedy of the Tomatoes would be a good name for a band.

I've been carrying around a half dozen hippie bags in my trunk for 6-8 months now... have not remember to use them once. I always roll my cart up to my trunk, pop the lift, and yell "FUCK!" when I see them...

Unless my wife physically places the hippy bags in my hand when I'm heading out to the store, I forget to use them. They are really good though, when I use them.

I forget to put the hippy bags back in the trunk of my car after unloading the grok-eries.
Seconding "Tragedy of the Tomatoes".

I actually delight in having a collection of hippie bags that are either not marked with a store name, or better yet, marked with a different store's name.

I have two fantastic, large, sturdy canvas bags from Clemens (locally owned store that went out of business). Way better than the flimsy recycled soda bottle crap the stores are selling now. I also have two from Gaiam/Harmony that are great for larger, heavier items.

I keep one of those Chico bags clipped to my keychain, and I have a Mickey Hippie Bag from Disney that's in my purse in the event of a shopping emergency.

I do like the stores that give you a credit per bag ... 4 cents at Genuardis, and I heard Target is going to give a nickel.

Mine are from a fundraiser done by my nephew's private quaker school... so they could spruce up their gardens. Authentic hippie.

hippies were right all along, weren't we? save the planet man!

I leave the bags right there in the front seat of the car. On the rare occasion Mr. Clod actually needs to sit in that vehicle, they just get shoved to the floor under his feet. I sometimes forget to move them back out to the car again before it's time for another shopping trip, but I've gotten better about remembering because I hang them on the same hook that my giant diaper-bag goes on, so they're very much in the way.

All of my bags have a different store's name on them, and all of them were promotional giveaways. I like free stuff.

What? You don't have a matching set of finely crafted, Yves Saint Laurent/Versace/Donna Karan, grocery bags?
Oh, the shame! :mecry:

Last time we shopped at the Whole Foods on South St., the cashier actually gave us the hairy eyeball because we didn't have any of those bags with us.

Hippay pleez.

lots of people are donating those bags to the thrift store..... so many we give them away free.

I hate when that happens...in reverse.

I finally found a stylist who really knows how to do my hair and then I had to up and move to Texas. Now there's the search again, but this time there's a language barrier to deal with as well. Grrr. I hate my hair!

Downunda, we have a totalitarian hippy-fascist state. Free checkout-style plastic bags have recently become illegal. You can either buy a biodegradable plastic bag (10c) or a reusable plastic bag (25c) or a green hippy bag ($1 or so) or bring ya hippy bags from the commune. Maan, the floor of my kombi is strewn with the things.

Kombi?
Is it fried out?

Like, totally, man. :D

Want a sandwich?

And also, I just hate it when I find a product that I like in the supermarket, the buggers start by moving it around the store a few times, and then stop stocking it. I DEMAND MY JAR OF SUN-DRIED TOMATO PATE'!!!!!

Yeah. I brought my own bread.

/I'm not from Brussels...

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