Kull's World

Kull's Barber Shop

I used to cut hair in high school, just about every day after school I would set up shop in the weight room and work the clippers.  This was the early 90's so the predominant style was the high and tight flat top that looked like a tooth brush head.  In fact I still own my "flat topper", which looks like a giant pick with a level on it.  But I was damn good at it and could do other stuff like fades, etc.  I even got into some scissor work by the time I graduated.  My junior year, I think I cut 11 of the 12 players on my basketball team's hair...we were stylin.  I never charged a dime.

Cut to 2007, this dude named L'Montro is getting a G a cut by Red Sox players, ahh...coulda shoulda woulda!

Game Off!

So I met a friend, "Dave Stephens" for lunch yesterday.  Dave had flown in from the Valley of the Sun and was picked up by his "step-sister" at the airport and we had agreed to meet for lunch in Boston.  We decided on a restaurant/bar right outside America's Most Beloved Ballpark and bellied up to the bar.  I enjoyed a Diet Coke and a couple of ice waters (I was working) and Dave and step-sis had a few Guinness and Sam Summers respectively.  We caught up on current events, personal lives, etc...had good conversation.  We were served by a very attractive bartender, so we'll call her VABB (you'll realize what the 2nd B is for in a bit).  Everything was going as it usually does until the bill arrived.  I had to be that guy and put it on my credit card as I had no cash to contribute.  Not a problem, Dave and step-sis threw some cash at me and VABB processed my card.  When I went to sign it, Dave said "oh don't leave a tip, I have these to get rid of", as he shows me a stack of George Washington dollar coins he had got in return from putting a twenty dollar bill in the MBTA token machine.  Dave had 14 of them, the bill was $64.20, we decided that was an ample tip.  So I sign the slip with no tip, and head down to the rest room.  I arrive back at the bar and have the following exchange:

Dave:  "Hey, stand up and look over the bar, is that a trash barrel right there?"
Me: (standing up) "Yep...sure is, why?"
Dave: "She just came over here to get the bill and I said 'here, these are for you' and she goes 'yeah thanks' and drops them right into the trash!"
Me: "WTF..did she realize it was actual money?"
Dave:  "I don't know man, get her over here.  You look more professional than I do, you flag her down.  Look I can see her talking to the other bartender chick, she is telling the story and the other one is staring down here like I'm an asshole"

Some time passes as we continue to discuss the matter amongst ourselves and try to get her attention to clear up what just happened.  Finally she passes by our end of the bar, but clearly wants no part of us.

Dave: "Excuse me, did you just throw those coins in the trash?"
VABB: "Yeah, no one around here takes those!"
Me: "But you know they're like real money right?  Can't you just cash them out in the register for larger bills?"
VABB:  "We already have like 50 of those in the drawer, it's not a big deal, it's the day shift, don't worry about it!"
Me: "Well if you get them out I will give you paper money for your tip, I feel like an ass now, I am afraid you are going to take my name from the credit card slip and put me on some black list in the back room!"
VABB: "No, it's really not a big deal, it's okay"
Me & Dave: "Umm, okay...whatever!"

WTF?  That is fourteen American dollars.  That is real currency.  Every time I go to a game near that bar, I see countless homeless people asking for change.  Couldn't she have put them in a separate jar to give to those less fortunate?  Is she too good for dollars that jingle?  I am quite certain I make a far larger salary then she does (although you never know, apparently the night shift makes so much that you can literally throw money away on the day shift) and was tempted to hop over the bar and grab those coins.  14 bucks is 14 bucks.  So after this was all said and done I looked at Dave and said "shit, that 14 bucks would pay for half the hat you want to buy over at the Souvenir Store.  And now I know apparently you don't have to tip at Game Off during the dayshift, woo hoo!"

So in case you were wondering what the other B was for, that would be BEATCH!!!

Loop Track 27 and wind up in November 1973

The guy that literally taught me what a blog was is back in business.  Jeff is one of the best story tellers I know, here's hoping he finds the time to entertain us all summer long with his personal fry-o-lator stories!

Finding Facebook

Thanks to Blaugra's recent post, I decided to check out Facebook.  I admit I didn't put much research into it before deciding to make my own profile, just to kind of check out the scene.  Less then a week into it, I think it is pretty cool and I have even made contact with a few peeps I hadn't talked to in years via networks. Looks like I am not the only 30 something jumping on the bandwagon.  Check it out and create a profile!