Love on Wheelz

My parents cut my hair. They bought a hair cutter from K-mart and I haven’t gone to a salon in years. So a few weeks ago, my dad was cutting my hair in the kitchen. We were pretty much done when goes into the garage and comes out with the vacuum.
(Formerly, “Your Daily Dose of Funny”)
“No, no, no. We’re done.” I said as I started driving back to my room. He’d done this before and I hated it. It’s one of his many fatherly quirks, like sniffing my hands and feet.
“Shush.” he turned off the chair and took off the vacuum extension so that all he had was the hose. He looked at it, shook out any dust particles that might be left inside, examined the hose and then shook it again. He then took the extension cord and made sure it was completely untangled. Then he went to work He started vacuuming, not the floor, not the chair, but my head. He was vacuuming my head.
“I want to get all the hair.”
Yes dad, I know. I know.

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