I got a haircut the other day (actually, I got all of them cut. Ha! Get it? Hello? Is this thing on?), and I realized that I might never get a decent haircut ever for the rest of my life. My problem is two-fold.
Firstly, what am I supposed to even say when I sit down? "Yeah, uh, make my hair shorter?" Is there a name for the dopey, generic haircut that I have? And even if there is, does the old man cutting my hair know what it is? I don't have the heart to ask.
And B., even if I did know what to ask for, how would I know he's doing it right? I have to take my glasses off to get my hair cut. I can't see a damn thing! For real. This guy could be giving me a perm with auburn highlights, and I'd have no idea. This is the first barber I've ever had in Massachusetts, and I only picked him because he's down the block from me. In retrospect, I should have more thoroughly vetted the guy that puts all manner of blades to my scalp, but I've been lucky so far. It's only a matter of time before I get stuck with some stupid Opie haircut. Good thing I'm not in the habit of posting pictures of myself.
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