The world of haircuts, for guys, is deceivingly simple. A valid argument, which any girl will correctly postulate, is that guys hair is exceedingly basic and anyone, short of a blind man with a butcher's knife, can cut it. This is partly correct. Our hair (along with mind, eating habits, sense of style) is rather mundane and entirely simple. What is not correct is that just anyone can cut it. Just ask my mom. Or Corrie.
There's just something about that whole circus of putting on the cape and paradoxically doing your best imitation of a mannequin for 12.5 minutes. I'm from the school of thought that says dawning a cape is a precursor to flying, or at least running around with your hands extended making a swooshing sound, which is to say, not at all flying. And that's to make no mention of the absurd little thin collar like piece of paper that goes around your neck.
I have a student ID from the University of Houston that has a picture of me (imagine that-an ID with a picture on it! Thanks Captain Obvious) with a semi-good haircut. My hair cutting ritual begins with me brandishing it in front of the hairdresser in hopes she'll be able to recreate that cut. Of course this can be exceedingly difficult, since it seems a number three on the sides, blended in with the top, and rounded off in back is apparently tantamount to painting the Sistine Chapel. And the hairdresser is vertical!
Anyways, the lady, when seeing my picture, said "Oh that's cool!"
Blushing, I replied "Well thanks, my hair's just good like that Very managable."
She replied, somewhat bothered, "I meant the ID card."
Well! I decided to spend the next 12.5 minutes stating absurd things like I'm a prince who can't find his kingdom and wondering aloud why are my freckles so lazy, to of course get her back. It went very well (meaning it went ok, which naturally means it didn't quite work out as I intended)! Let's just say that a battle with the hairdresser is a loosing one, and that, looking in the mirror I see that ultimately she got me back.
5 comments:
Hey, I can cut hair. You just need to give me a second chance!!!
Mom
You can certainly cut hair mom, as long as there's some mascara handy to cover up what you cut!
M
Actually, it was brown eye brow pencil, smarty pants. Don't give away all our family secrets here on the blog!
I regret to inform you that did not see this great haircut at CRU, but I will observe it this weekend. Mom Rice - don't worry every mother does something to that extent to help their child blend in after a simple and logically mistake! I'll have Michael relay a good story for you! kari
I'm intrigued Kari... you do tell the best stories (other than my mom, who is the best storyteller :)
And Mom, I would never divulge our "embarassing" family stories, like the stop sign incident, breaking into a car mishap, or racing a cop... These are in the vault (vault meaning fair game to tell anyone and everyone)!
Michael
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