I know it's probably sacrilegious to steal CS Lewis' title for the title of this post but I'm feeling dramatic this morning. You see, I'm grieving this morning. My grief was born about 4 weeks ago as I entered my local Sport Clips. On that day life as I know it changed. I entered said establishment thinking that the girl who usually cuts my hair, April, would be working since her hours usually fell during that time. I asked if April was working and was told, "No, she moved back home." What? I was stunned. She didn't even tell me. What was I supposed to do now? Didn't she know about my months-long search to find a person that could cut hair without leaving strays? I can't go back to the uncertainty that I had before finding her, didn't she even care about that? How selfish could she be?
I sit here this morning knowing that I need to get a haircut, after all it's been 4 weeks since my last. But I am paralyzed by fear of the unknown. What if they don't have a 1.5 blade? What if they don't see that the two sides of my hair grow differently? What if they round my neckline off instead of squaring it off? And, God forbid, what if they don't provide a shampoo post-haircut? Will I go on itching all day and night?
And all of this just because someone decided to move home. But the question remains, Can I find a haircut home?
6 comments:
Somebody please help my husband. This is too sad.
Wow. That's some real drama. I'm getting my hair cut in a couple of hours. I hope I survive. Will Dana remember that I have really thick hair? Will she remember that if she cuts it too short, I can do NOTHING with it? Will she have scissors and a comb? What if the layers get all mixed up and all you can see is curly hair? WHAT WILL I DO? Jon, what is your advice after your experience?
It is sad Monica but I can't help but laugh really hard and still love him! this is great! Jon, you just need to hand over control, show Monica how you want it cut and let her do it. How's that for a solution?!
Oh, Shane, I will NEVER cut Jon's hair. He barely trusts me to shave the back of his neck. He'd probably divorce me if I screwed up =)
Jon, I just want to congratulate you on your correct spelling of "sacrilegious" (rather than sacreligious). That's one that most people get tripped up on . . .
Erin--my expert advice is to not do what I did and go to Fantastic Sams. I swear that's the last time I do that.
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