The Haircut

“Oh, you want summer cut?”

If you are ever getting your hair cut and you are asked this question in broken English, run. Get out of the chair immediately. Don’t even take the time to remove the backwards cape thingy.

Just run.

I don’t want to talk about it too much because it’s still a sore subject. The short story is that I thought she understood what I was trying to explain, but I quickly found out there must have been a misunderstanding because she proceeded to take her razor and completely shave my head. I audibly gasped after she first ran the razor over the top of my head. She asked me if anything was wrong and I just sat there. Obviously at that point there was nothing I could do but cry, so she just kept shaving.

I personally think I look ridiculous with hair this short but I just have to realize it will grow back eventually. Since there’s nothing I can do but wait for it to grow back, I’ve decided I need to look at all the blessings that come with this:

1. I won’t have to pay for a haircut for the rest of this year.

2. I now get to show off my new beanie for the next month or two (hopefully they don’t mind me wearing it to work).

3. It kind of brings back childhood memories because I haven’t had my hair this short since I was in third grade (that’s a good story too. It involves a Mohawk and my brother’s wedding).

4. I don’t have to worry about paying for dates because no self-respecting girl is going to say yes if I ask her out.

The list could go on, but I think I’ll end there. So just remember, trying to explain what you want doesn’t always work.

Just run.