Getting a Haircut

I guess a lot of you don’t think much of getting a haircut. It’s just something you do because if you don’t you’ll have your hair down to your ass like my good friend Larry. Good for him but just not my style.

This time my hair got shaggy. My problem isn’t getting to the barber or stylist for the cut. My problem is getting my wife to fit me in her schedule to cut it. Yes, you got that right, my wife cuts my hair. I trust her with a sharp instrument that close to my throat even if she did cut my ear…once. She does a good job, too.

Oh, the ear. Well, early on in our relationship I needed a haircut and talked her into cutting mine. After all, my mom cut my dad’s hair and if it was good enough for my dad it’s OK with me. My wife was pretty worried, though. “What if it comes out bad?” she asked to which I answered “I’ll wear a hat.” Then I told her the rule I grew up with….”What’s the difference between a good haircut and a bad haircut?” Three days. At that point I knew I had her. So she got her scissors and I got a chair and she commenced to cutting. Only problem with her cutting my hair was her scissors she had to use were sewing shears. I tried to tell her “My ear, you got my ear.” By the time she realized I wasn’t kidding she drew blood. We bought hair cutting scissors the next day.

Not a big cut, no scar but I remind her of it every time she cuts my hair. Makes us both laugh, but I do check and see what scissors she is using.

Post by Dan the Man and written by Eileen.