Really, man? A mullet?

I used to think, up until about five minutes ago, that the mullet occured by accident. At most it was, in my mind, something seriously disturbed men and bull-dykes did to themselves with scissors and a Flowbee.

I am sitting in a Great Clips in Mt. Airy, NC, waiting for The Boy’s turn to get his hair cut, and I just witness a man ask for, receive, examine (as though he might possibly have gotten a bad one … or a good one), and pay for a mullet. He asked for it and then paid for it.

People worry me.

Apropos of noithing, I’m posting this from my Blackberry on a WAP version of the post page for Wordpress; so cool.