I hate getting haircuts; it's time consuming and inconvenient. I invariably need to stop at the bank first to get some cash, because the barber I go to doesn't take plastic; then I need to wait my turn; then I need to wait for the barber to cut my hair. I suppose that doesn't seem like such a big hairy deal...but the problem is, after work I want to go home. I don't want to deal with all of that. And the penalty for procrastinating is very small.
A digression: you might ask, why don't I find a barber that takes plastic? Mostly because I've been going to Tony's Barber Shop since it was Chuck's Barber Shop, and before that I'd been going to Chuck's Barber Shop since before I could read. I'm a creature of habit.
Anyway, I've evolved a process for this. When I finally do get my hair cut, I get it cut nice and short; and then I don't get it cut again until it's getting in my eyes and annoying me. This usually works fairly well, as no one expects me to be a fashion plate anyway.
But this time, I've let it go too far. I can pull a lock of hair down until it touches the tip of my nose--far past my eyes. And things are beginning to conspire against me. I was going to get it cut last week; and then I had to go on a business trip. That took out two of the possible week days. Thursdays are bad because Thursdays are Recorder Day; I don't like leaving my recorders in a hot car for any length of time. Friday, well, Friday was Friday. The last two Saturdays have been busy from one end to another. And, being a traditional barber shop, Tony's is closed on Mondays. So I finally got to the barber shop today.
Tony is on vacation this week. He won't be back until next Tuesday.
Go figure.Posted by Will Duquette at October 15, 2002 04:50 PM