Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow!

Today I got my hair cut, all of them. That is not a big surprise, I am not one known for ZZ Top hairstyles. But this one was a little different. I have found moderate success with the chain, Great Clips. The one near our house is busy, and kind of hard to get too. I have found one that is on my way home for work, and that one did a great job the last time. I went there again today. Interesting.

The first sign of an interesting haircut was just parking. A very nice Lincoln Navigator was parked exactly over the line taking up two spaces. I was in the Honda Fit and really thought about parking on his drivers side and blocking him in, but I am not the ass that he is. Just judgmental.  I parked farther away and walked in. It was a short five minute wait, virtually all customers left then, including the guy who ego is so big he has to take up two spaces to park. I ended up getting a 60 or so year old Russian women to cut my hair. The manager said, “#2 on the sides and #4 on top.” She said, “#2 on top and #4 on sides.” The manager corrected her. So she starts on my sides. She makes one swipe, steps back to admire her work and looks at me with a, “Didn’t I do a great Job?” look. I think I should have stopped right there and asked for someone else. Oh my. Yes lady, you successfully made one pass at my hair. Congratulations on doing the absolutely most routine thing that you do. Yeah! Can you finish now? Well, she proceeds to cut my hair even after my underwhelming show of support. As she goes around from my right to left side the cord actually gets caught on my chin, then on my nose before being tugged free. I did not say anything because I was laughing on the inside and also wondering if she would even notice. She finally did. She proceeded to finish the cut and almost forgot to do the trim around the ears and neck. I had to remind her to trim one sideburn. I guess I should have congratulated her on remember to trim the first one. I paid and left. I walked out of the store walking on my own hair. I dusted off my feet and cleaned my sandals out before driving off. There is nothing quite like sliding in your own sandals because your own hair is under your feet.

I asked Debily to do a thorough review of the haircut as I have no faith in this person. I don’t even want her cutting Culvert’s hair. Well, the cut is okay, not great. The back, where she trimmed is not straight, but will not get me laughed at tomorrow at work. I plan on getting that fixed tomorrow on the way home. Debily also thinks it may be too long on top, but that is an easy fix as well. Next time, I am asking for someone else.