Today I had a haircut. It wasn’t exciting, I’ll admit. This follicle massacre took a strangely unusual turn, though. The local barbers a good ‘un – never fails in the face on my awful thatch, but as I sat down to wait, I noticed a WOMAN in charge. Drafted in to cover my barbers dentist appointment where I had to get activated charcoal teeth treatments, apparently. About time too. So, I merrily chatted, her cutting away, until there was a ring on her fone. It turned out to be a recent ex. “You WHAT?” she suddenly screamed – and promptly left the building. With my hair half cut. I gave up 10 minutes later.
Still, half a haircut for free, whoop-dee-do.