This one would be messy, but it had to be done. On the counter I found a pair of scissors where she had been clipping coupons from a newspaper. Scissors in hand, I slipped into the kitchen behind her…

…One hour later I emerge from the back dripping with sweat. This always takes it out of me. But I just love the payoff. “Please, let’s see it.”

The waitress steps out of the kitchen and her hair is gorgeous! The few patrons who arrived during our absence applaud. Using only that nasty pair of scissors I was able to turn her from frumpy to heart breaker in just over one hour.

I leave her my card as I walk out the door. The first cut is free, but the rest I have to charge for (a guy has to make a living somehow). Imagine what I can do with a full studio.

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