I called today to make a haircut appointment only to find that the lady who has been cutting my hair for the last year is no longer there.
I don’t know if you know this about me or not, but I don’t like change.
When the lady on the phone told me this sad news, I was audibly dismayed. I remember saying things like “She didn’t check this with me!” and “Noooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!”
The very nice phone lady said, “Why don’t you come in and I’ll cut your hair myself and we’ll see how it goes?” It must have been my weakened state, but I agreed.
Turns out, she’s the owner of the place.
Turns out, she’s been doing this for thirty years.
Turns out, she was super nice.
Turns out, I think I might be okay.
She even trimmed my goatee, which is the first time it’s ever been professionally groomed.