just a few days ago my mother convinced me to get a free hair cut at the grand opening of regency. it started off well they shampooed my hair and then wrapped a towel around my head. (I'm secure enough in my masculinity to have a towel wrapped around my head.) they then send me to the person who will do my hair. its a blond ditsy young lady whose face looked like plastic. the moment i sat in the chair i was not greeted with the same confidence, most hair stylists seem to have. she had no idea what size blade to use on my hair. here is a quick example of how it went.
"ID like a 2 on the top and one the side please." Aaron asked in a polite manor.
The hairstylists eyes glazed over and she responded.
"What do you mean." the hairstylist responded.
End example
So the entire time i could not relax like i normally do during a haircut. also she did not cut my hair the proper size.
So now my hair looks like that of a marine.
My mother meant well. Really she did.
Shabbat shalom Aaron. I'm happy to have stopped at your blog spot. I'm 45, married to one wonderful wife, have 4 (work in progress children) and live and work from home. I love blogging and reading about other peoples journey through life.
ReplyDeleteO, and about your hair cut, well....things happen, right!
By the way; do you know Hebrew?
Shalom In Messiah.