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She has been after me for the longest time to get my hair cut but I keep refusing to get it done. I love my long ponytail and how it reached to the middle of my back. But she does not think it looks professional and I admit it isn?t considering I work as a loan consultant at a major bank. Every time she dangles the professionalism in my face, I tell her I will do it but I keep putting it off and finding an excuse for not wanting to do it. Then the threats come. ?If you don?t take care of it, I am going to personally come to the bank and do it in front of the entire staff.?

?Yeah, right! You would not have the courage to come to the bank and chop it off,? I told her the last time she said that.

?What if I did?? she said.

?If you were to come marching into the bank and chop off my ponytail, I will book reservations at the finest hotel with a dinner of your choice but if you don?t I get to take you to a barber and have your hair cut, really short,? I said.

Now I said that just to threaten her but I know I would never do that to her but I hoped it would scare her off a bit. For awhile she did back of and she no longer pushed the issue but one day while she was at the bank doing her business, my boss approached her and told her that the bank was expecting a surprise visit from the head office. ?I have tolerated his ponytail but if the bank president sees it, he could be disciplined, maybe even relieved. The president does not tolerate this on men. I know he keeps it clean but this has gone on too long,? she told me. ?My job is on the line, Julie. If he does not listen, I will be in trouble.?

?So what do you want me to do?? Julie asked.

My boss handed Julie the memo direct from head office and the president?s desk. She read it and looked at my boss. ?No joke, Julie. This is serious. Evaluations, big changes if this branch does not pull up its socks,? she said.

?Has he seen this?? Julie asked.

?No. I am the only one who knows. Julie, what am I going to do with him? He is a great employee and I would hate to see him lose his job. But he has to clean up and get rid of the ponytail, not tomorrow, today! This is serious,? my boss said.

?Okay, give me a few minutes. I need to think. I will come up with something. Even if I have to force him. He will not like it but I am sure he will listen to reason. I?ll be back in twenty minutes. Don?t tell him anything. I just hope he forgives me,? Julie said as she collected her cash receipts book and headed out to her car.

Now Julie is a stylist at a trendy upscale salon and she cuts men?s and women?s hair. And what I have heard, she is very good with her tools. But personally I have never asked her to cut my hair. I go to a salon on the other end of town and get a regular trim and I have never really considered the idea of going short but all that was to change in a matter of moments.

As Julie drove back to her salon, she remembered the statement I had made a few months back about marching into the bank and chopping off my ponytail. She picked up her phone and called me at the bank. I answered the call as it was put through to my line. ?Hey beautiful, can we go out to dinner tonight?? she asked.

?Sure, why not? Where would you like to go?? I asked.

?I will make the reservations. I want to do this. You won?t be disappointed. I love you,? she said.

?Yes, I love you too,? I said.

She got back to he salon, checked her appointments for the afternoon and reworked the rest of her appointments, giving her clients to other stylists and calling them to make sure the arrangements. Then she walked to her station, grabbed her scissors and combs, her electric clippers and a cape. She put them in a black bag and signed off for two hours. ?I will be back around 2:00PM. Emergency I have to take care of,? she told the receptionist. ?Take messages for me and I will be in all day tomorrow if any of my clients want to rebook with me for tomorrow.? She got back into her car and drove back to the bank.

She got on her cellular phone and calledmy boss. ?I have a plan. Meet me at the window just before his desk. Havethe memo in your hand. When you seeme standing in front of the window, goup to his desk, tell him you need to talkto him about a serious matter, placethe memo on his desk and tell him toread it. Then I want you to tell him to look outside and that you have askedsomeone special to clean him up. I willbe standing there with my scissorsopen and a comb in my hand.?

She said she would do it. She carriedout Julie?s plan perfectly and when myboss pointed to the window, Julie wasstanding there with a huge smile on her face and an open pair of scissors in her hand. I smiled at her and my boss looked at me. ?I am sorry. I don?t want you to lose your job. But my reputation and the reputation of this branch is on the line. I told her and this was her idea,? my boss said. ?Are you mad at me??

I looked at Julie and realized what I had told her some months ago. ?That is sneaky. She is going to get a dinner at the most exclusive restaurant and a night at the hotel,? I said.

Julie looked so sexy as she stood there at the window, dressed in her black dress with white spots. Her beautifully styled blonde hair, a huge smile and red lipstick. I looked down and saw her black shoes, pointed toes and heels. She looked so sexy. Her smile was priceless and her eyes winked at me as she moved from the window.

Julie was now making her way to the front door of the bank. In her hand was a black bag. She walked past the counter and down to my desk. She was now standing beside my desk. She spun my chair around and in a matter of seconds, she had thrown a cape around my neck. ?Now you are not going to make a scene about this, are you?? she said as she held my chin in her hand.

?This is not fair,? I said.

?I warned you. And it took this to get you to wake up to the fact that you have a professional job and you are in the public eye, everyday. You can?t look like this. Even if it is clean and combed,? she said. With that she grabbed my ponytail and wrapped it around her hand. She looked at my boss. ?Now how short do we want this to be?? she asked.

?Clean him up. Cut it off,? my boss said. She opened the blades of her scissors and pushed my head down. She chopped into the ponytail just above the elastic band. It took her three minutes to cut through it. There it was hanging from her hand. ?Say good-bye to the long hair, sweetheart,? she said. She started combing up my locks and cutting it down, very short. My hair dropped to the cape, none of it landing on the floor. Everything gathered in my lap. A number of my peers had gathered around my desk to watch as Julie dropped my locks and proceeded to give me a more professional style.

Then the flick of the switch and the buzz of the razor as she set it at my neckline and plunged it into my hair. She ran it up the neckline to the back of my crown, blending in length and the cut. She soon had me sporting a shortish haircut, nice and professionally cut. A little bit of gel and then a comb-back and I looked like a new person.

I really was stunned with how well she did handle the clippers and her scissors. She held up a mirror and I looked at the style. It really did look good. My peers clapped their hands as Julie gathered the ends of the cape together and undid the clips. She shook the cape out into the garbage can and I looked down to see how much hair she had actually cut off. Then I looked at the long ponytail that sat at the edge of my desk. Julie looked at her watch. ?I have to go, beautiful,? she said. ?I will book you for your next appointment and this time, you are going to come to me. Enough of this bullcrap and the excuses. I am now your personal barber. And when I say you need a trim, you are going to say ?YES? because you know I will come here in person and do it,? she said. With that, she gave me a kiss on the lips, ran her fingers over my crown and praised herself for her great work. ?Oh, and you can pay me tonight when I give you my bill,? she said as she winked again.

My boss smiled and thanked Julie as she walked out of the bank, carrying my ponytail in her hand. As she walked out, the president from head office entered the bank and opened his folder, starting his evaluation.

My boss did not tell me know the evaluation went but I know this, the president was very happy and things have gotten better. Julie now cuts my hair regularly as well as all the males in the bank. And even my boss is talking about having Julie cut her hair too. And Julie has become very popular with the staff.

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