At least I didn't shave off my eyebrows
This is how mistakes happen, kids.
Lose focus for just a moment and you're left with $30 out-of-pocket to your hairdresser - who decided to take pity and get you in on a late Saturday afternoon when you've got dinner plans - for mistakes you made for trying to be goodly groomed.
It's been a long week of work, evenings out, stuff. Saturday dawned cold and windy - it is South Dakota, after all - and after errands, I decided it was time to give the hacienda a good scrubbing. Everything was going famously, until I started to clean the bathroom.
Started to lose focus.
Sink scrubbed, mirror cleaned, I noticed my eyebrows were looking a bit bushy. My little trimmer was there in the drawer. Set the guard, turn the clippers on, I'm looking stylish for an evening out with friends.
That's when I notice the my sideburns looked a bit shabby, too.
I hacked an inch-wide, three-inch-long lawnmower cut into my hair, above my left ear.
I tried to blend it the best I could. Of course, I had to do the right side, too. To match.
"This is ridiculous," I said, putting down the clippers and picking up the celly to make an urgent call to The Chop Shop.
"How bad is it?"
"On a scale from 10 to 1, 10 being the worst, it's a solid five."
"Ouch. I've got one appointment left at 4:30."
I put on a cap and hopped in the truck.
"You know, you didn't do half-bad a job," Val said, running her fingers through the stubble. "Not great, but not bad, either. I was expecting much worse."
A cold beer and a wash and condition later, Val's rescued my receding locks.
"Next time, let me do the eyebrows, too."
"Resist temptation?"
"Yeah, something like that."
Yes, I tipped her, big time.
Lose focus for just a moment and you're left with $30 out-of-pocket to your hairdresser - who decided to take pity and get you in on a late Saturday afternoon when you've got dinner plans - for mistakes you made for trying to be goodly groomed.
It's been a long week of work, evenings out, stuff. Saturday dawned cold and windy - it is South Dakota, after all - and after errands, I decided it was time to give the hacienda a good scrubbing. Everything was going famously, until I started to clean the bathroom.
Started to lose focus.
Sink scrubbed, mirror cleaned, I noticed my eyebrows were looking a bit bushy. My little trimmer was there in the drawer. Set the guard, turn the clippers on, I'm looking stylish for an evening out with friends.
That's when I notice the my sideburns looked a bit shabby, too.
I hacked an inch-wide, three-inch-long lawnmower cut into my hair, above my left ear.
I tried to blend it the best I could. Of course, I had to do the right side, too. To match.
"This is ridiculous," I said, putting down the clippers and picking up the celly to make an urgent call to The Chop Shop.
"How bad is it?"
"On a scale from 10 to 1, 10 being the worst, it's a solid five."
"Ouch. I've got one appointment left at 4:30."
I put on a cap and hopped in the truck.
"You know, you didn't do half-bad a job," Val said, running her fingers through the stubble. "Not great, but not bad, either. I was expecting much worse."
A cold beer and a wash and condition later, Val's rescued my receding locks.
"Next time, let me do the eyebrows, too."
"Resist temptation?"
"Yeah, something like that."
Yes, I tipped her, big time.
Comments
Next time.
Hair actually looks good.
yeah.
me and manicure scissors... and poor steve who had to 'fix' it.
"quin, what chu do to chur haoir?"