It was a few years ago now. The Oilers were in the playoffs. And I was cutting hair in Edmonton.
It was a Friday evening about 5pm. A gentleman popped in for a haircut before going to the game that night. I was getting ready to leave for the day and Lou (the shop owner at the time) motioned him to have a seat in his chair. As he was seated, he asked if he could have the word “Oilers” printed in the back of his head.
“No problem,” said Lou.
With that, I thought I’d hang around for a few more minutes, to see how this thing turned out.
From a distance, and standing somewhat to Lou's right, I observed him doing an excellent job. About twenty minutes later the word was completed and perfectly spaced between the man’s ears at the back of his head.
Pleased with the finished product, Lou removed the cape, checked him in at the cash register, thanked him and said goodbye.
As the man turned his back to us and proceeded to leave the shop, I saw it first. I immediately said, “Lou, is that the new way to spell “Oilers?” He had spelled it “Oiles.” He had forgotten the ‘r.’ Except for that, it was a masterpiece.
Lou then ran out the door to catch him, before he drove away. But it was to late.
We’re still not sure if he went to the game that night or not. If he had, I’m sure for the people setting behind him in the stands, he, would have definitely been the topic of conversation.
I’m not sure if he ever returned for another haircut after that.
It was a Friday evening about 5pm. A gentleman popped in for a haircut before going to the game that night. I was getting ready to leave for the day and Lou (the shop owner at the time) motioned him to have a seat in his chair. As he was seated, he asked if he could have the word “Oilers” printed in the back of his head.
“No problem,” said Lou.
With that, I thought I’d hang around for a few more minutes, to see how this thing turned out.
From a distance, and standing somewhat to Lou's right, I observed him doing an excellent job. About twenty minutes later the word was completed and perfectly spaced between the man’s ears at the back of his head.
Pleased with the finished product, Lou removed the cape, checked him in at the cash register, thanked him and said goodbye.
As the man turned his back to us and proceeded to leave the shop, I saw it first. I immediately said, “Lou, is that the new way to spell “Oilers?” He had spelled it “Oiles.” He had forgotten the ‘r.’ Except for that, it was a masterpiece.
Lou then ran out the door to catch him, before he drove away. But it was to late.
We’re still not sure if he went to the game that night or not. If he had, I’m sure for the people setting behind him in the stands, he, would have definitely been the topic of conversation.
I’m not sure if he ever returned for another haircut after that.
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