So, eight inches of hair ago, the two of us had this fabulous Friday complete with chocolate milk and Lion House rolls. But, the whole story has a little joke. So my hair was so dead that Josh talked me into cutting it. Well we did, and on our way out I stopped to pay. I didn't know that hair cutting deserved a tip, so I didn't give the girl anything extra, but she was just standing there waiting for it. Then Joshlyn started to whisper, "tip, TIP!" in my ear, but I had no idea what she was saying. So, I just walked out and the girl was still standing there. I felt really awful.
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