The Mullet Equation

I'm sure I don't have to explain that the mullet is the hairstyle of the gods, but what the hey.

And the folks that wear their 'dos that way deserve our applause. Because if you're stylin' the Tennessee Tophat, the Wisconsin Waterfall, the Camaro Cut, the Seven, the Canadian Passport, the Barry Melrose - you are a righteous bro. As they say, business in the front, party in the rear. So what's the point here, SoulSlam?

It's a weekend to fund raise for our basketball program. Shake the can at a local market. Great place that has been there since forever. Got everything. Not one of your super deluxe markets. Local flavor. Friday night, the YSSS (Youngest Son of SoulSlam) has a shift with a pal, with me being the parent on the premises/bouncer. Little bit cold, but it's an hour, we tough it out.

So I've done this enough to rate the customers - most guys generally give 80% of the time, and it's usually a buck or more. Ladies are fickle, some do, some don't. Probably 50-50. Younger ladies are usually a yes, older a no.

But back to the guys - the ones with mullets rarely dip in and give. They come out with a couple of six-packs of tall boys and a half pint of rum and can't drop a quarter in the basket. I know times are tough, but maybe if you got a real haircut, there would be a little upside to your Friday night.