Dilda Hairs
"Haircuts eh?," asks Kerri. "Let's walk around for
awhile with our hoods on until we find a salon that we like. How
about that one over there with the flashy yellow lights?"
"Sure why not, what have we got to loose?"
Kerri being ridiculously crazy adds, "Why don't we color our
hair also? It won't take long."
"Yeah, shut up now."
Their stylist is a tall Scotish man with blond hair and light brown
eyes and goes by the name Hazel. "Sit down ladies, what style
would you prefer this week?"
"Well, we would like to look for a few minutes to decide what
kind of mess we are going to make with the knotted strings on our
heads," states Kerri. "We just....."
Hazel interpreded, "Did you just get off that outrageoiusly fun
ride?"
Kerri shrugs her shoulders with confusion, " I don't know. If
your talking about that one right across the parking lot by the Fire
Daze Ride."
"Yeah that's the one, a couple of people were killed about two
days ago for unbuckling their seatbelts when we were to turn
over," says Hazel.
Sighing, Kerri replies" I would have done the same if my parents
were treating me bad too."
"Why do you say that?"
" I knew that people on that ride. They were like brother and
sister to me. Actually they were my bestfriends since grade
school."
Hazel comforts her, "Sorry I asked, I'm just a nosy ol' Scottish
man like me father."
Kerri looks at him with awe, "Your Scottish?.......a real
scottish man that....."
