"Do" Done

After taking Shelby for ice cream for her good behavior this week, I finally got that haircut I was wanting. Glad I waited. Unlike the other night when it was nearly overflowing, tonight there was NO ONE in the joint (probably because they were all out getting valentined and dined). So I was able to walk right in, do the do, and then back out again in about fifteen minutes.

For timing reasons, I went to the old (quasi)reliable supercuts and slapped down my twelve bucks. Though my search for a more traditional and consistent barbering source continues, I must say that Jim does have a point about the benefits of getting your hair fondled by a 20-something girl, in contrast to a scruffy old man. That, and the efficiency of of such "chop shops", are thier only saving graces. Well, and maybe the hours. I've not seen too many old fashion barbers cutting hair until nine in the evening. So I guess supercuts (and thier respective equivalents) are the fast food of the hair industry. Like fast food joints, you know they're not good for you, but they're there when you need them.