Probably the worst thing that I could think of in existence other than the dentist or shitty drivers are shitty haircuts.
I mean, seriously. I spend months working on my flow and then all of a sudden, I need one.
So I go to the barber and he asks me what I'd like for him to do and I tell him, "Slight trim, not too short, keep the front".
Naturally he goes and cuts it, until he decides to no longer heed what I had just said and cut it way too short.
Then I get to spend the next few days trying to get over how god-awful it is.
Fortunately today wasn't like that.
I go to a new guy, say "Slight trim, not too short, keep the front" and he just goes and DOES it.
Once or twice I piped up and told him how I like certain parts of my hair, and he'd just laugh and nod like he already knew. He even asked me if I had a bad run-in with a barbershop, to which I sheepishly laughed and agreed. Serious business, though.
After the storm, he asked if he "passed the inspection". He did very much so, and I left satisfied.
Some may say hair is just a little thing, but for me, it's everything. This body pays the bills.
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