Barber Anon

>Working part time at a barbers was a good way to make bits. Clean the toilet, change the trash, run and get this, go and get that, it was a pretty sweet deal.

>With each day, they grew more and more sure of your abilities. What they didn't know, was that you knew shit about fashion, or hair.

>One day, you sweep up the floor when your boss, a prissy, lively mare, comes rushing over.

>"Anon! You gotta take this client for me!"

"What? Why?! I don't know shit about cutting manes."

>"It's easy Anon, this mare just wants a trim, just go over it like I do. Its all machine, its idiot proof."

"K.."

>Walking over to the mare, she is reading a magazine as you come from behind. Looking at all the cutting tools, you grab one and flick it on.

>It buzzes to life, and you swallow any feelings of reservations you have. Something is a miss though, you are still needing that plastic thing.

>Opening a drawer, you look at the types there are.

["Its just a trim, so...a zero should barely be anything right?"]

>Clicking it on, you inhale one last time.

"Here we go."

>Bzzzz! You can see pink flesh

"Oh shit."

>"Is something wrong?"

"No, no...its fine."

["Maybe I pressed to hard."]

>Bzzzz!

["Jesus, it got bigger."]

>Before you know it, the mare is completely shaved, and angry.

>"What did you do to my beautiful coat!?"

"Nothing, its just...the most popular thing."

>"It is?"

"Oh yeah, its so popular, nobodies heard of it yet."

>"That is pretty popular."

"And here's the best part, it'll grow back."

>"Hmmm....I guess its not so bad. You really see ME, and not my coat...Ok. I like it."

>From there, ponies came in droves to the shop, and you were the biggest name in pony fashion.

>Until the next big thing came by, and you were quickly forgotten. Oh well.