Yes, I know I currently look like Roger Sterling’s bastard child. But three times a year, I get a haircut. Usually once at the start of the year or before the holidays, once around May, once around September or so.
I don’t usually do this with great relish or ceremony. My hair doesn’t need a lot of pampering either, just the basic Walmart cut will do.
The lady who cut my hair either has been or will be an auto racing pit crew member in another life. She cut my hair rapidly and had me on my way. Gave her a nice tip.
Now, back to civilization.