Freaky Cigar Shop Experience
February 22nd 2012 19:11
I did not get my hair cut, because of a cigar shop. More accurately, because of my lack of attention to the world around me. Instead of a hair cut, which would have probably been a bad idea afterall, I am now the proud owner of a cute collection of cigar boxes. yep, Arturo Fuente is fun to say.
Let me explain... after a meeting in a slightly unfamiliar town, I suddenly had the urge to chop my hair into a more modern style. I thought it was time to turn this kindergarten mane, complete with bangs into something short and sassy. Well the universe said no, in no uncertain terms.
You see, instead of walking into the fancy little hair salon I had parked in my car directly in front of....the world shifted...once I turned the handle to the salon, I was suddenly transported to an old time cigar shop. I found myself standing three steps inside the fragrant shop when a man came up out of nowhere and said, "Can I help you find something?"
Whoa, what do I say? "Where am I?" "How did I get here?" no, I said, "No, just looking."
Yeah, okay, just looking in a cigar shop, me the girl who does not smoke cigars....but her dad likes cigars, okay, I will look for my dad and try to blend in to my surroundings (in a bright yellow jacket and black tights, this is probably not happening...but I can try)
Then I saw it, the holy grail of art supplies. A table stacked with cigar boxes, beautiful, artistic, incredibly handy cigar boxes. Of course, a cigar shop would have a lot of those huh. No need to buy the ridiculously overpriced craft shop versions - which are probably fake to boot, even the arturo fuente best seller. ugh. This is their natural habitiat, and naturally I wanted them....
It also gave me a good transitional phrase, "Oh, there they are." - as if I had been magically transported specifically for this item all along... very lame, but it worked. The store guy helped me choose some sturdy boxes and off I went.
......thankfully the door opened to exactly where I entered - my car was right in front of me...and the fancy salon, one door to my right. oops.
Let me explain... after a meeting in a slightly unfamiliar town, I suddenly had the urge to chop my hair into a more modern style. I thought it was time to turn this kindergarten mane, complete with bangs into something short and sassy. Well the universe said no, in no uncertain terms.
You see, instead of walking into the fancy little hair salon I had parked in my car directly in front of....the world shifted...once I turned the handle to the salon, I was suddenly transported to an old time cigar shop. I found myself standing three steps inside the fragrant shop when a man came up out of nowhere and said, "Can I help you find something?"
Whoa, what do I say? "Where am I?" "How did I get here?" no, I said, "No, just looking."
Yeah, okay, just looking in a cigar shop, me the girl who does not smoke cigars....but her dad likes cigars, okay, I will look for my dad and try to blend in to my surroundings (in a bright yellow jacket and black tights, this is probably not happening...but I can try)
Then I saw it, the holy grail of art supplies. A table stacked with cigar boxes, beautiful, artistic, incredibly handy cigar boxes. Of course, a cigar shop would have a lot of those huh. No need to buy the ridiculously overpriced craft shop versions - which are probably fake to boot, even the arturo fuente best seller. ugh. This is their natural habitiat, and naturally I wanted them....
It also gave me a good transitional phrase, "Oh, there they are." - as if I had been magically transported specifically for this item all along... very lame, but it worked. The store guy helped me choose some sturdy boxes and off I went.
......thankfully the door opened to exactly where I entered - my car was right in front of me...and the fancy salon, one door to my right. oops.
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