10 days later
Two Saturdays ago, I walked into the barbershop to lighten up my load. Please, no jokes about my receding hairline. Believe it or not, even small patches of grown hair can feel cumbersome and getting a nice haircut can be a therapeutic exercise.
I was in the throes of a stressful time, trying to catch up with the things that I had been putting off, and I thought getting a haircut would release some stress. I still have a few more things to knock out before I can declare victory.
"How would you like your hair cut done, sir?" asked the friendly barber.
"Nice and short," I murmured. Soon my mind wandered away thinking about the stacks of paperwork awaiting me back in my home office.
Then everything there after took place in slow motion. Instead of feeling his fingers and a pair of scissors, I felt something metallic and cold.
Is that a buzzer? I looked in the mirror. YES, IT WAS A BUZZER.
Sensing a look of panic and terror, the barber abruptly stopped. A quick assessment of damage revealed a 1" by 2" swath of hair vanished with the wind.
With a grave look of concern, said the barber, "Does this look okay?"
Does anyone know where I can find this outfit? Halloween is just a few days away. Gotta do something that goes well with my new hairstyle.