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One way to keep the shower drain from clogging is to take shorter showers, right? So today I got a haircut. I sort of needed one and sort of didn’t, but I figured if I wait any closer to Christmas it’ll be too short and I’ll frighten the children. It’s short now, that’s for sure. It’s taken me years to train the cutters to do it the way I want it. I know I don’t look like myself to people who know me, but it grows out so fast that I’d rather do it this way than try to come out of the salon looking perfect. (Like that’s ever going to happen.)
As I was sitting through the end stages of my haircut today, I had to laugh at the irony. My dad was a barber, and he would have loved doing to me when I was a teenager what the cutter was doing to me today. But I wouldn’t ever let him. He got to me when I was a younger child, and I walked around all buzzed up about forty years before it was in fashion. He’s been gone for twenty years, but I think he’d have a laugh, too, if he could see me today.
Anyway, it’s nice to know I’ll be in and out of the shower quickly tomorrow morning. And I won’t have to waste time combing my hair, either. That’s the way I let my cutter know what I expect from her. I tell her to cut it short enough that I won’t have to comb it. Then she looks at my record in her computer and sees what size clippers they used on me the last time, and does the same thing. I wasted a lot of years trying to convince people in that profession that I won’t get mad at them for cutting it too short. |
