“Dress Like a Pirate Day” proclaimed the sign on Sebastian’s Salon.
“So the works – color, cut and “Thar she blows out?” he teased Ruth, a walk-in.
“I’ve never had my hair done by a pirate –“
“Tis time, matey” Sebastian arr-led while brandishing his hook.
Ruth giggled. The salon operator massaged her head masterfully.
“So did a croc – get your hand?”
“No, car accident six years ago.”
“You mean, it’s –not a prop?”
“No, it’s real – “
So, Ruth would become a regular, or would never be seen again.
“Amputee or pirate or?” Sebastian said, “ I’m out of ideas.
“So the works – color, cut and “Thar she blows out?” he teased Ruth, a walk-in.
“I’ve never had my hair done by a pirate –“
“Tis time, matey” Sebastian arr-led while brandishing his hook.
Ruth giggled. The salon operator massaged her head masterfully.
“So did a croc – get your hand?”
“No, car accident six years ago.”
“You mean, it’s –not a prop?”
“No, it’s real – “
So, Ruth would become a regular, or would never be seen again.
“Amputee or pirate or?” Sebastian said, “ I’m out of ideas.
