Posts Tagged ‘barber’

Haircut 4-3-11

I got my haircut last night.  I used to go to a salon to have my hair cut, but with the economy the way it is, I now go to a barbershop.   Barbershop or Salon it doesn’t matter, my head hairs are slowly disappearing and reappearing on other, unappreciated, parts of my body.

My barber, Rick, is a nice guy.   Rick cuts my hair in a forward direction to make it look like I have thicker and more hair than I really do.  I appreciate that even though I still see a lot of head skin between my loyal remaining head hairs. Getting my haircut from Rick allows me to experience a feeling that I rarely have anymore, vanity.

The other day I was playing with my daughter and she said “Daddy, you have a hair in your ear.”  It was in my ear all right; growing in my ear.  I got my tweezers and plucked it out.  It wasn’t the first and it won’t be the last ear hair.

Maybe it’s because I see fewer head hairs that I am noticing hairs growing in strange unwanted places. I don’t see the evolutionary use or need for me or any middle aged American man to grow hair on stupid places.   My ass doesn’t need any more hair, but yet more hair grows… why?   My neck, shoulders, ears, knuckles, nostrils and eyebrows are now places of vigorous hair growth.  My head is jealous and I’m confused.

Imagining that no one will notice I’m getting old if I remove those crazy hairs, I’m on constant pluck patrol for these unwanted stowaways.  They are removed as soon as I see them.  I remove them and then humiliate them by flicking them into the sink and washing them down the drain.  I satisfy myself that I will never see those hairs again.  Yeah, right.