When I saw these guys, it felt like someone had just given me a puppy that never grows up and shits out Cadbury Eggs. The images are shocking (SHOCKING!) I know, but these guys were absoultely serious about their look. The bonus was, since each of them was trying to out-metro the others, it created this mirror held up to a mirror effect, where they thought that everyone looked like this. For the people who may have missed some of the highlights:
1. The Hair. Broadway productions spend less time on hair prep than these three.
2. The Clothes. Their wardrobe was what would happen if The Buckle and Urban Outfitters had a late term abortion.
3. The Octagon. When they rolled in, all three kept their sunglasses on (not uncommon for this species), but then I noticed that ALL THREE were sporting BLUETOOTH HEADSETS. It then became a battle of wits of which one would cave to their insecurities and either take the shades from the face to the top of the head, or realize that they aren't Jack Bauer and that a missed call won't mean the sleeper cell of terrorists will kill their family in an underground bunker in Mount Saint Helens. Slowly as the line moved forward and they were forced to interact with people that weren't caractures of male models, one by one the shades came off and the headsets were discarded. Exept for the alpha male, who kept his headset in for the duration! His dominance was secured for another day.
As soon as they got their order they returned to their bubble, shades back on, headsets at the ready. Then, like a daydream, they were gone. Back to whatever magical world people like that are allowed to flourish, reproduce, and keep Paul Mitchell in business.
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