I got sent home without a haircut tonight. I walked into the shop at 8:30, a full half-hour before closing. After waiting up front for a few minutes, someone came up and told me that with 30 minutes, 5 others waiting, and only two stylists, I wouldn’t be getting helped. I thought about asking who the two other employees were, if not stylists. Thankfully, I held my tongue. While getting sent away is bad, begging for the Hair Cuttery to serve you is far worse.

So now I’m stuck with a shaggy head of hair that hasn’t been cut in six weeks.

For the record, I know the title is over-provocative, but it wouldn’t really be blogging if it wasn’t…