December 17, 2008 @ 18:06
Meanwhile, the Vienna Meats story reminded of another story, and it deals with haircuts and big boobs.
Shortly after become a teenager another variety store opened in our neighbourhood that was about half the distance of the variety stores that I mentioned in the Vienna story.
It was at Birchmount and Flintridge Rd. about halfway between Eglinton and Lawrence and it was called what else, "Flint-mount Variety."
Anyway also locating in this new strip mall was a hair cutting place called "El Dorado"and it represented the first "cool" hair cutting place in our district.
By this time if you didn't want to get your hair cut at the local barber shop, you had to go all the way downtown to a place like the "House of Lords" or some other over-priced rip off joint.
"El Dorado" became the favourite of all my friends and me because of the "extra" it offered.
None of us had ever had our hair washed as part of the hair cutting process. You just went to the barber shop, jumped in the chair and let Harry snip away.
"El Dorado" was a little more expensive but before you got into the chair you were directed to a sink to have your hair washed by a women. A young woman who always wore a very short skirt, painted herself up with lots of make-up, and made sure you noticed her enormous breasts.
You couldn't help but notice her big and bouncy boobatats because after you leaned back so your head would go into the sink, she would lean forward so her upper womanhood would engulf your face.
Word spread quickly and all of a sudden our neighbourhood went from a collection of pimply faced greasy longhairs to a collection of pimply faced not-so-long-hairs with beautiful gleaming shiny manes.
I was a brilliant marketing move by the owner of "El Dorado."
Don't kid yourself, it was all planned, and I had the boners to prove it.
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