Chapter 23 Haircut One

• As necessary as it is, I always put off getting my hair cut. I don't know why, maybe it's some deep-rooted, subconscious fear of getting cut or something; a stranger working on my head with sharp instruments just isn't my idea of having a good time.
• Most of the time, however, a funny look from my boss or a humorous remark is enough to adjust my attitude. As was the case last week. Last Wednesday I got both a funny look and a humorous remark about the length of my hair, so I knew it was high time to have it cut. I wouldn't want to piss off my boss, after all. Not me!
• Later that afternoon, as I was strolling around the mall to have a cup of coffee and check out the movie places, I came across a brand new barber shop halfway down one of the long corridors on the second floor. I didn't have an appointment, but since the place had just gone into business, I figured they wouldn't have too many customers yet and might be able to work me in.