I forgot to mention that today not only did I work in the yard (see post below), but I also gave myself a haircut. You all know that I am " follicly challenged". As noted in an earlier post, I am grateful for the trend for bald persons to shear their hair close to their heads.
I have always been embarrassed to get my haircut. I walk into the "Supercuts". Hopefully, I have missed the Friday "I'm going out tonight and I need my fade trimmed" rush. I walk up to the counter and the receptionist asks if I want a shampoo and I always say "no". I then take off my ballcap and I say to her/him, " Don't you think my haircut should be half the price?" THEY NEVER LAUGH. I set in the chair. Awkward small talk with the hairstylist occurs. They ask how I want my hair cut. Really? You need to ask? I say use the number 5 clipper all over and clean and blocked in the back. It takes approximately 2 minutes to get the clippers and peel my onion. I leave a 2 dollar tip and pay $18 for the haircut. And then I always put my ball cap on and leave.
It's been about 3 months since I have had a haircut. My hair (what there is) grows slowly. But I was looking like a crazy person kind of like the love child of Don Knotts and Christopher Lloyd in "Back to the Future". So, I decided today "why go to Supercuts when you can go to Walmarts and buy some clippers and do it yourself?" And that's what I did. I payed $24 for a clipper set with multiple length clippers. And I did it. I cut my own hair. And it looks good. Well, it looks okay. As good as it can.
And Betty would say: "I don't know know why you are so bald...your brother has beautiful hair."
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