I have waited a long time between haircuts again. A big part of this is that I think my regular hair cutting place is permanently closed. They haven’t been open the last four times I stopped by during the day. I could get pretty dependably good haircuts from them, so I’m sad. I don’t know what to do for haircuts now. Last time, when I went to a new shop, I got a ledge in my head. I was talking about it with Denis and he said he used to clipper-cut his friends’ hair all the time. Trusting in his powers of OCD, I agreed to let him cut my hair.
I wasn’t disappointed. He took a long time, especially on the “corners” of my head. I’m always telling the hair cutters, “No corners.” I say that because if any hint of corner is left where the sides of my head meet the top of my head, I will start to look like Bozo the Clown as my hair grows. Well, I have no corners! And it was a free haircut!
Thank you, Denis! Thank you, OCD!
That Denis comes in awfully handy. We need to get a Denis for around here!
Yea … how come you get to have a Mr. Belvedere or Mr. French or Uncle Charlie living with you?
A side shot…how cleverly different!