haircut economics

there was a recall on a part in jer’s car, so i took it in to the dealership this morning at 8am. they told me to come back in around 10:30 or so, so i spent the two or three hours wandering around mini-malls and looking for a place to sit down and read without drawing too much attention. I ended up at a great clips and figured, ‘oh what the hell, i need to get a trim anyway.’

an hour later, my hair was five inches shorter and layered.

I really liked my hair walking out the door. it’s nice to not have so much hair flopping about, getting tangled and whatnot.

then as the day went on, i began to realize just how short my hair really was. you do the pull your hair back to tie a rubberband around it thing and you kind of notice you’re not grabbing very much anymore. And later on in the evening, after i washed and blow dried my hair, i looked in the mirror, and… i looked like the last time i ever cut my hair this short — i was ten years old and after it i vowed never to cut my hair so short again. I had totally forgotten my very justified vow when i sleepily climbed into the barber’s chair and agreed to getting my done. damn!

I want a recall on my haircut. =(