Singletons

My mother decided to use a gift certificate that was soon to expire. Her and Dad were heading to the city, so why not try it out what was she going to loose. Her head definitely needed some attention. And like most of us, when we want a haircut, we want it yesterday. So off to singletons she went. As she put it, " I had some misgiving when I walked in to a large saloon, with only 2 stylist." I am sure she meant salon, I don't think she entered cowboys zone with guns and shootouts . Anyway she proceeds to tell me that a large man was her designated hairdresser. She told him, that she was looking for a trim, especially around the ears. As he starts cutting she has had enough experience with good hairdressers, that she could tell right away she may have made a mistake, but it was to late this man was in the midst of his creation. After the styling was completed mom asks this big man, " So what's your name if I decide to come back here?" I think this was considered small talk. I don't think there was any intent of her going back. The man, in his gruff voice says, "Bo." Mom who is a little hard of hearing asks again, not sure of what he said. After a few tries she asks, "like B...O...."? (which I found very humorous.) The master piece was finished, mom submitted her gift certificate, and waited for dad to pick her up. All the while wondering how she was going to fix this disaster. This morning dad calls, and asks if I have time to give him a hair cut. Sure I replied. Could you give mom one too? We will be there at 10:00. My dad says to her, "Oh Hon, the difference between a good and a bad hair cut is a few weeks. She replied, no the difference is a trip to shells. Yes, we fixed her up nice. She is now ready to go out in public. Bo, that was a mulet gone wrong.