This scene started on a rainy day when my hair became protracted and started to sting me. It happened at Portland, united states after few months i came from India. Just before starting from India, i was instructed by my friends, relatives to have a hair cut before you leave India. At that point of time i didn't understood the reason behind that. Now i came to know that it was quite an exploit to have a haircut. Later when the drizzling had stopped, i thought i could go for a hair cut. As i was new to this place i messaged my friend to find a barber. here is the conversation between us. Me: Hey, hie... Friend: Hi, wassup dude. Me: Cool nothing, i was just looking for a barber shop near by our apartments. Do you have any idea. Friend: Yeah, there is one which is one mile away from you place. Me: Could you please text me the address. Friend: Yep sure, Me: Thanks. Friend: welcome, one thing take an appointment before you go. Me: what!!! appointment!!. Friend: ...
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