Hair today, gone tomorrow.
My hair was getting fairly longish. Not shoulder length long mind you, but fairly long nonetheless. I had been growing it out intentionally, not just because I'm too cheap to get a haircut...which I am.
What's the difference between a good haircut and a bad one?
What that means is that saving two weeks of bad hair costs my wife about $100! This post is not about me complaining how much it costs to pay someone to hold a pair of scissors and not royally screw up. Didn't we learn about scissors back in kindergarten?
I knew I needed to get this taken care of at the beginning of the month. So, while eating out for lunch one day...nobody tell Andrea that I spent money on lunch. Because that is WAY worse than $100 on a haircut!!!
Anyway, while at lunch I notice this little hair place next door. A haircut for less than $10 I'm on it!
I walk in and the lady working there motions to an empty seat...they're all empty, not just the one. Should have been a clue, but it's the middle of the day, how should I know how busy a hair salon should be. I only see the inside of one every few months.
She asks what I want done.
I pull my hair down in front of my eyes and make a line with my finger about 1/2 inch above my eyebrow (I only have one). "Only trim about an inch to inch and a half off."
"So just trim it up."
"Would you like it over your ear?"
About the time I saw a good four inches of my hair fall to the ground I realized the English comprehension skills were a little lacking. I can only keep growing this stuff for so much longer you know.
So, I'm back to the same haircut I've had for years. It looks good (after I trimmed the bangs myself when I got home), but I was growing it out.
I wonder if we could pass a law stating that people have to pass an English test to work in any job that requires interaction with customers.