"Hair Cut"

	My mother used to cut my hair since I was a baby.  She did not trust the stylists
would know how to cut my hair.  However, she cut my hair real short which looked
so much like a guy.  Despite the fact that my mother was doing the "best" for me,
I decided to go to the salon myself.

	When I went into the salon, I looked around like a tourist seeing the Statue of
Liberty.  Staring at these stylists, I wondered if the owner of the salon only
hire people with nice and healthy hair (Even though there is a bold guy.)  I
chose a nice-and-long hair stylist to cut my hair.  After I sat down, he gave me
a book to choose what haircut I wanted.  However, I was obsessed about the
stylist's long hair and did not notice myself painting at the "men section."

	I regret so much because I had to pay and hate my new hair-do.  When I got home
the same night, my whole family laughed at me because they thought I was their
"son."  I pretended to like my hair-do and told them that I looked better with
really "short" hair.

	A few week later, I got used to my short hair cut.  I went out with my friend
Kelly to Macy (I haven't go out much since I hated my hair so much.)  I was
wearing a baggy jeans and oversized T-shirt and Kelly was wearing a short skirt. 
We looked like a little "couple."  After we walked for awhile, Kelly needed to go
to the bathroom.  Therefore, I went with her since I needed to wash my hand
anyway.  I was washing my hand and face while she was in the bathroom.  A black
woman called me, "Hey, little man!"  I didn't notice she was calling me until she
screamed at me and pointed to the bathroom door, "Hey! Little Man!  This is a
girl bathroom!  You know the word G-I-R-L!"  I was furious and yelled back, "I am
a girl and I speak English, Bitch!"