A Hair-Raising Experience ...

I started looking like a rock-star in recent weeks, so it was time for me to get my monthly (sometimes I get lazy, and it is more like bi-monthly) haircut … sadly, the barber/hairstylist’s job is becoming easier and easier with each malfunctioning hair follicle. I decided I would go at lunch, so that (a) I could get away from my desk, and (b) so I could get it out of the way and play Lego Star Wars on the Wii tonight.

I normally put off getting my haircut until night-time, because I’m usually all itchy back at the office if I get my hair cut at lunch. A couple of things I noticed – first, I didn’t have the same reaction as the guy from the Supercuts commercial (yes, I went to Supercuts), which is “I look awesome!” Now, the haircut wasn’t bad, but I’m seriously wondering if that robot could’ve done about the same (the one that says, “How about a nice number 2” over and over).

Second, I could easily fall asleep with the soothing rhythmic sounds and feel of the electric razor on my neck and sides. I wonder how much it costs to have the lady do that for about an hour … and to think, when I was a kid, I was deathly frightened of those clippers/razors … so much so, that my mom would have to bribe me to sit still (usually, a lollypop would be the ransom I wanted).

Third, I still don’t know if I’m comfortable with that blue “disinfecting” liquid the barbers/hairstylists put all the combs in. I guess it’s really no big deal, but (a) do these places have a lot of customers with rabid head lice, and if that were the case, (b) can I bring in my own comb?

On another note, most barbers/hairstylists are very talkative and are good conversationalists … after my experience with one of the candidates for “Miss Introvert of the Year” today, I really do believe that being talkative should be one of the job requirements of a hairstylist/barber. Sure, there are times I really don’t feel like talking, but when the hairstylist isn’t talking, I get an uneasy feeling. At least she didn’t have any body odor (I’ve been to places in which the barber smells like he just got through playing 5 games of basketball and then decided to roll around in dog-sh*t). Sometimes, you just need to look at the positives, I guess.