When have you been fairly and squarely put in your place? Perhaps taken down a whole peg maybe two?
Well Sootyj was firmly put in his place when;
1 A hairdresser told him off for waiting a year for an haircut and made him pay for two haircuts because of the extra work.
2 His leaving present froma job was a book entitled "101 not to do anything,"
3 When working at mental health and homeless projects has been frequently and ernestly mistaken for a client.
So come on share your sorrow.
Every time someone replies to one of my posts on here. 
I was slurring my way through a sentence once when I lost my drift halfway through. "What was I saying?", I asked.
"I think you were finished", came the reply.
Quote: sootyj @ March 19 2009, 11:23 AM GMT1 A hairdresser told him off for waiting a year for an haircut and made him pay for two haircuts because of the extra work.
Haha!
Quote: sootyj @ March 19 2009, 11:23 AM GMTWell Sootyj was firmly put in his place when;
1 A hairdresser told him off for waiting a year for an haircut and made him pay for two haircuts because of the extra work.
That's really rude! 
Unless you have hair of steel!
Quote: RubyMae - Glamourous Snowdrop at Large @ March 19 2009, 4:15 PM GMTThat's really rude!
Or two heads
Quote: RubyMae - Glamourous Snowdrop at Large @ March 19 2009, 4:15 PM GMTThat's really rude!
My hair is famously wiry curly and agressive. It's like medusa's locks if she washed them in Special Brew.
In fairness Mr Hairdresser did a fine job and didn't shave my head. Which was what I deserved.
The cut took about 45 minutes which if you bare in mind it was all cutting was no small task.
It took me years to find a hairdresser I liked. One that doesn't chat too much and listens.
The only thing I don't like about her is she really is jaw dropingly gorgeous and I feel a total troll next to her but she is lovely so I can't hold that against her.
My hairdresser is a number 2. I said number 2
I haven't seen a hairdresser in nearly ten years. Go through a lot of razors though.
Forgive me if I've told this story before.
When I was at school (about 15) I really fancied this girl called Helen Shackleton. Actually I was in love with her. Anyway, I heard her humming "Save A Prayer" by Duran Duran one day, and so I hatched a plan to woo her by proving I was also a Durannie.
The next day I manouevred myself directly behind her in the dinner queue and started whistling "The Reflex" over her shoulder.
She turned around and looked me straight in the eye. My legs wobbled and I melted inside.
And then she said "Can you stop whistling please, your breath f**king stinks."
Aw,
Awww! 
Quote: Lee Henman @ March 19 2009, 8:28 PM GMTForgive me if I've told this story before.
When I was at school (about 15) I really fancied this girl called Helen Shackleton. Actually I was in love with her. Anyway, I heard her humming "Save A Prayer" by Duran Duran one day, and so I hatched a plan to woo her by proving I was also a Durannie.
The next day I manouevred myself directly behind her in the dinner queue and started whistling "The Reflex" over her shoulder.
She turned around and looked me straight in the eye. My legs wobbled and I melted inside.
And then she said "Can you stop whistling please, your breath f**king stinks."
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww no!
Quote: Lee Henman @ March 19 2009, 8:28 PM GMTThe next day I manouevred myself directly behind her in the dinner queue and started whistling "The Reflex" over her shoulder. And then she said "Can you stop whistling please, your breath f**king stinks."
So it was you in that Edinburgh dungeon, after all. Couldn't get that song out of my head for weeks.