Getting My Hair Cut
Let me just state here and now. I hate getting my hair cut. I always have, and I thought I always would. I have been to barbers, stylists, and everything short of a dog groomer. All I want is a simple haircut and my beard trimmed, nothing more. Not to mention those little hairs that stab your neck for the next two days. I was sitting at a table at Knuckle’s Bar and Grill, eavesdropping on a conversation between two ladies in their forties. This Sue Ann could make a clown’s wig look beautiful. I’m interested. Maybe Sue Ann is just the ticket. As I continued to listen in, I searched for Sue Ann on my phone. Sure enough, I found her. Her shop was three point seven miles from my house. I had just …