It wasn’t until I saw myself in the mirror this morning that I decided that today was the day I was going to get a haircut. I knew I needed one, of course, and I’d been thinking of getting one some time this week, but this was payroll day and I wasn’t going to take the time to do it today. Until I looked in the mirror.
What if the FedEx guy had come to the door before I took a shower and gelled up my hair like a madman, instead of after? I would have had to put a hat on! I mean, I’m not here to impress delivery drivers, but I would be embarrassed to be seen by the garbage man or even a politician looking like that. I didn’t even want to see myself with that 360-degree mop of white around my head.
But I was determined for once to get it cut as short as I had in mind when I walked into the salon. Usually I can say “a little shorter” only so many times before I just give up, but today I kept my glasses in my lap so that every time I heard “how’s that” I could check it out and give clear cut directions. As usual, I came away satisfied, but this time with more hope that I won’t be disappointed the next day. (And, as usual, we won’t know that until tomorrow.)
Plus, it didn’t take much time out of my busy day. In fact, I think it took less time than it usually does when I have to stand in line at the bank. (And it was a much more personal experience. Thank you, Cindy.)