One of my least favorite activities when I was a kid? The haircut. I hated it. I was the model haircuttee, though – I held really still and rarely spoke a word. Every person who cut my hair complimented me on my stoic exterior.
But despite the free lollipop afterwards, I began to dislike the entire ordeal. Maybe that’s why I decided to just shave my head a couple of years ago; now I don’t have to deal with any of that, really.
Is the haircut something other people dread, or am I alone here? And how often do you cut your hair, anyway? -pm
Thanks to Ryan for filling in while I was in the reality vortex.
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