Supercuts

I just got back from getting my hair cut at Supercuts in the district. They also wax my eyebrows.  I love to tell my friends that's where I go and watch their faces cave in with distress as if I have broken some kind of middle-class law.

What's more I never let them wash it or dry it. I never look like myself after a blow out. Today was an especially good cut.  Too bad, because you never know when that person will be back.  Haircutters at Supercuts come and go like cold sores.

I used to pay more money for my hair, especially when I was coloring it, but since the gray appeared peppered through it in my late fifties, I said, enough.  Also, my hair is easy to cut; it grows in beautifully at the nape of my neck, so there is little they can do wrong.  Plus, I give tyrannical directions.  Sometimes I am my own worst enemy and get it wrong.

I am often my own worst enemy, but have found no way around it, because I continue to be me.