Much a "do" about nothing

It's that time of the month.

Time for a haircut.

Haircuts are always (and I mean ALWAYS) a hassle for me for various reasons. I've got this funky amer-asian hair that never takes well to cuttings. Combine that with most of the "barbers" I've delt with that don't take well to cutting funky amer-asian hair, and you've got yourself an all-around kludge.

I went to the haircut factory (supercuts) this evening in search of a good clipping, but it was unusually packed. The girls were with me and I didn't want to encroach upon their bath time, so we headed home, cut-free.

The crux of my problem is the lack of barber-stability. Most folks I know have a regular barber or hair-dresser or whatever the appropriate term might be. Much in the same way most of us have a regular doctor, eye doctor, dentist, etc. But I've never been able to find someone that could adequately and reliably handle my mop. My friend Jim in Philly knows what I'm talking about. Back in high school I tried his life-long barber, with less than splendid results. And I've tried the barbers of others as well over the years, but to no avail. Thus I am relegated to the model-T of barbers, the hair-o-matic stylings of the (not so)supercuts. I wouldn't mind that so much, but it's not even cheap. Well, I guess it is compared to what it costs a woman to get a good do, but I'm reminded of the days of $5-8 haircuts that were at least as good as my $12 "super" cut. I mean, the price of gas has gone up quite a bit, but even it hasn't doubled.

Don't get me wrong, I can't entirely blame the cutters. They've not much to work with from the cuttee.