But, yeah, I had hair.
A little bit after high school, I decided to get it cut and look more like a useful member of society. And, it's stayed a reasonable length since then. It did get shorter when I went into the Army, but it hasn't really gotten long since then. However, with the recent closure of barber shops and hair salons, combined with me being overdue for a haircut anyway, it was longer than it had been in a while.
Recently, I decided to do something about that. So, while wandering the aisles of the Walmart store, I picked up some cheap (less than $20) clippers that said they'd cut hair. And I cut my hair.
It was not a great experience. And the bathroom looked like a tribble had exploded.
|The tribble that formerly lived on my head.|
My hair is now shorter than it's been since I left the Army. But next haircut, I'm going to sit on the front porch and give the neighbors a treat. I'm still sweeping up hair from the bathroom.
You da' man. And you are NOT alone with the gray thingy.
Sorry I haven't visited here lately.
When it's time to cut mine, The Mrs. puts me in a The WalMart plastic chair and fires up the clippers with a #2.
The neighbors love it. Especially when I take my T-shirt off.