I'm getting my hair cut today. I'm looking forward to it, last time I got it cut was like a week before I got married, so it has gotten quite long and annoying. Holly trimmed it for me a couple weeks ago but its time I went to the hairdresser and got them to fix my style.
I like going to get a haircut, partly for the novelty of never quite knowing if you'll be happy with what you end up with, and partly because it's a good feeling losing those annoying locks. I don't really like it when I get the gay guy and he decides to give me an intense head massage (as in cranium) but last time he gave me a really good style so I don't doubt his hair cutting skills.
I find haircut conversation quite awkward generally. The usual question "so what do you do" is quickly answered and I always seem to follow up my answer "I study engineering" with "what about you" at which point I realize (just a bit too late) that I know what they do, they cut hair.
Yup, conversation dies pretty quickly at the barber...
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