With all the other daily sadnesses I must face down, I didn't think I had the energy to go into the shop and get a final trim while everyone looked all sad (they could still follow the blog, I suppose...but some of the barbers have kids!).
So I chickenshitted (chickenshat?) out and went to the little barber college place just up the road that i had driven past a half-million times but had never considered. It was great! Young Hannah cut my lid, seven bucks, we discussed her new table-sized smart phone, and I learned about barber college.
Plus, look at the results!:
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