I just got the haircut from hell

Joe McAdory

Sorry I’ve been away for awhile. Can’t say I haven’t tried to blog. Technical difficulties got in the way.

Got a haircut today. It’s the last time I go to this business, which I refuse to name in print. The last two times I went, I left mortified with what I saw in the mirror. Yeah, I can’t help the goofy face, but at least hair artists can improve the mop on top of my skull. I left looking like a porcupine. Sure, I have a pair of cowlicks, but I’ve had folks take measures to work around the cowlicks—not amplify them.

I returned to the office and one co-worker said, “You need to get your money back.“

Instead, I borrowed scissors and went into the bathroom. After a few snips, the cowlick-amplified hair was gone. Why did I have to do this? I asked for a number three, you know, where barely any hair remained. Maybe next time I’ll just shave my head completely.

Thanks for listening. I feel better now.