DEBRIS.COMgood for a laugh, or possibly an aneurysm

I just had my hair cut. My head looks like a Greek statue. I shouldn’t be surprised; the guy with the scissors was Greek, working part-time in a salon until he gets his sculpture business off the ground. Apparently there’s not a lot of call around here for temple architects.

In a heavy accent he quoted the rules of Greek design as he pointed at my hair, as if my head was a column in the Parthenon. “Twelve degrees rise here, you see? Classic. Thirty-five degrees in front, you see? Forty-five degrees in back. Classic! I’m a professional, thirty years experience!”

Thirty years experience doing what? I was afraid to ask. I believe it involves hammers and chisels.

“Shake your head. No, shake hard. You see? Now you look Italian!”