Yesterday I got a haircut. I get one about every 6 weeks. Barbara also got a haircut she also gets one about every 6 weeks. This is where our similarities end. Hers takes about an hour and cost at least $50. Mine takes about 3 minutes and cost nothing because I do it myself. I use to go to the barber, but he charged me $5, not that $5 is a great deal, it's just that it took him all of 3 minutes and I figured at that rate he was making $100 an hour and I couldn't see myself paying more for a hair cut than Barbara did, since she actually has hair.
I use to have hair, but that was a while back, now I just have the remnants of what was once a full set. I do miss it sometimes, being able to actually comb it. I also miss using a blow dryer I'm not sure why as it is actually nice to just shower and towel dry your hair in half a second and be done with it. But I guess anyone who is sort of bald would like his hair back.
When I was a kid, we didn't have much money. My mom learned to cut our hair, not from some beauty college or anything, more from some lady named "Sorcorro" or something. It was an economic thing. I recall we would go to Mexico to visit family and the day we got there my mother spent the first 8 hours cutting all the family members hair, there was an actual waiting room. She was a traveling barbershop. bless her heart.
When my brother Ralph was going to graduate from the 6th grade, he wanted a "real haircut" the kind you pay for. So my mom gave him $2 to go to the local barber and get one. Well I was not about to be left out, so I asked my mom for $2 so I could get a "real haircut." She said no, she would give me one. That was not good enough, if my brother was getting one, I should get one too. So I wouldn't let up. Now $2 was alot of money to spend needlessly, and my mom insisted that she would give me one. but as most of you know me, I can be pretty persistent too, as I get it from her. So finally I prevailed, although she offered to give me the $2 and I could do whatever with them but she would give me the haircut. Nope, not good enough, I instead chose to visit the barber. HE BUTCHERED ME. So much so that my mom had to "fix it." I always let my mom cut my hair after that, as long as she was able.
My mom no longer cuts any ones hair, with the possible exception of my dads. I do wish I could go back in time and just sit in the back porch and let my mom take the shears to my head. I was always so impatient. It always took to long. I never enjoyed just sitting there and maybe conversing with my mom for the 20 minutes or so it actually took. Now I stand in front of a mirror, and in 2 to 3 minutes the job is done. I wish I had my hair back, not so much to comb it or "look good" haha, just so my mom could cut it - again.
Grow a skullet. You can at least resume blow drying your hair. :-)
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