'Buena-Dies and Habla Espanol? ' She greeted me. <br />'Pokito' I said. <br />She brought a brochure and asked me to show the style I want. <br />'A short cut Madam and not to worry as I am not an actor. <br />If possible cut my neck too.' I said as a joke. <br />Later on I saw the parking lot through the glass window and some police cars with flickering lights. <br />'Hey! You are arrested and they offered me the hand-cuffs.' <br />Definitely she has called nine one one as she was scared of my joke seriously. <br />On the way to the Police station one of the officers inquired; 'Do you have to tell something.' <br />'Yes, I realized now this annoying life isn't belongs to me.'<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/barber-shop/
