"I'm Not Sure"

“I'm not sure,” she said, “Do whatever you want.” Though the woman with the purple hair and the fearsome scowl didn’t acknowledge the stub girl in the seat she did ,in fact, do whatever she wanted. 

As she snipped and snapped her scowl slowly ,but surely, upturned. Not into a happy, joyous smile as one might assume, but rather a sort of nefarious ear to ear grin. As most people usually do the girl ,with her brown hair messing up the already dirty white gown, said nothing despite her displeasure. “The barber knows best” She figured. 

Though as the day passed by and the scissors kept snipping her hair got shorter and shorter. Shorter to the point she couldn’t stand any longer. Though her manners kept her in check,”What are you doing?” the woman with the purple hair ignored her question,”What are you doing?” She asked louder, angrier now. Once again the barber ignored her question. She began to stand up, ignoring the apron and the hair littered all over it,”WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

“Cutting your hair,” Responded the barber nonchalantly. 

Forgetting her half cut hair the stub woman leaves the salon already, leaving behind a confused crowd of on-lookers each in their own matching gowns. The barbers ,however, had seen scenes like this far too many times. They continued their job in the same cool manner as the woman with the purple hair. 

At the house of the stub woman with the half cut hair there is quite the clamor. Yelling. Clanging. All together a very chaotic scene,”What do I do?!” she asks her girlfriend.

“I like it. I think it looks nice,” she soothes.

“Well of course you like it! You’ve wanted me to get my hair ever since we got together!”

“Just take a breath. It will all grow back.”

“I’m eating ice cream!” the stub woman yelled. To this there was nothing her girlfriend could do. Although, why would she want to do anything. Ice cream solves every problem.

"Why does ice cream always help," the stub girl asked.

"Maybe its the ingredients,"

"It might just be because it tastes good,"

"You could be right, you could be right," she soothed.

And her hair grew and grew. Though in her long journey she decided she liked it better short and thus went back to the barber with the purple hair,"Do whatever you want," she said. Confident this time her haircut would be just right. And it was. She liked it her girlfriend liked it. All was well. . . or so she thought.

Despite her newly found confidence she could never work up the nerve to bring out the all powerful ring. The ring that would make their love eternal,"One knee. Back pocket. Smile. Will you marry me?" It was easier said than done. The time was never right, the rush of confidence never came, and thus she never proposed. Though she did give a hint here and there.

3 years and a happy wedding later, they are still together. What gave her that boost of confidence? That perfect smile? Ice-cream? Of course. How had she not realized sooner. Ice-cream solves every problem no matter how big or small. So remember that the next time you have a bad hair cut or need to propose. Ice cream solves every problem.

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