Yesterday - no, i'm not joking - as I sit waiting to get the haircut that i've been resisting for over a month now - see, that last post was meaningful! - my mind wanders.
Now, if we flash back about ten minutes before that absent mindedness set in, then you will notice that I walked into the Barbers - oh yeah! - and completely forgot to take off my coat and scarf. So the bloke sitting there with virtually no hair, but having it shaved from his head anyway glances in the mirror in front of THE CHAIR - yes, THE CHAIR, THE MIGHTY CHAIR!!! - and starts laughing to himself. Me, the youngest in the small shop suddenly feel all self conscious, so clearly drawing attention to why i didn't i remove my scarf, open my coat and proceed to check all the pockets. Taking everything out, and inspecting it, whether it be a tesco's receipt or a pair of headphones. But thats not important. Well, the fact that the tension could be cut with a spoon - Yes i cut stuff with spoons! - is most important because awkwardness is a ridiculous thing...
So i get called over, thats all fine. I take my seat, and it's time for the question... 'So what do you want?' I ask for my usual 'just cut a little off all over then thin it out, I want the shape to stay the same' And i end up with the same thing, a flat cut fringe, and no resemblance to my previous cut...
So this is what I want to talk about - took me long enough eh? - how, just how do you start a conversation with a barber? I've been to unisex hairdressers in my time, but as yet, only twice have i stepped into the world of single sex hair cutting. Now, the cutting begins, everything is normal and it's all fine. But because I have so much hair it gets to the point, 10 minutes in when less than 1/4 of it is done... And now it's getting awkward. The guy keeps cutting, i keep drifting...
So, my thoughts... Everyone - to my knowledge - knows that stage in a haircut, right at the end, when you're just thinking, wow thats awesome! I love it, stop stop stop! But do you ever say it - I think you can tell me the answer... Worst thing was, the guy went to answer the phone when this happened... I had a good 2 minute oppurtunity.
So now i sit here on Christmas Day, pondering the haircut, wondering how i've managed to come away with yet another awful attack to my head....
Much sadness....
(I didn't say this blog was going to be worth reading)
Much sadness....
(I didn't say this blog was going to be worth reading)