Supercuts aren't all that Super. But they sure ARE cheap!

(I originally posted this two months ago at my defunct blog. Since I got another haircut, I thought I'd repost)

For those of you that do no have access to my web cam (link not suitable for work), or haven't watched Entertainment Tonight ever since John Tesh died, you may not have noticed I had a haircut.

So fucking what, Jer? That's not news to blog about. Well, when you are like me, lazy and apathetic, then this only happens a handful times a year, just like the Victoria Secret's Semi Annual Sale (always suitable for work). To be honest, my haircuts come about four times a year, indepedent of the fiscal earning reports of any corporation, I swear.

My most recent haircut went like this:
"How much do you want cut off?"
I panic. I know I'm an "architect" but when it comes to dimensions of follicles, I'm clueless. General Contractors barely follow feet and inches, let alone anything less. In addition, an inch of hair means nothing when you are a guy. I might as well say a foot. Luckily the hairdresser gives me an option. "Is this ok?"

I say yes. Why? Because she's a professional. If anyone knows anything, she would. She starts cutting. A few minutes later, she pauses, and asks, "Are you sure you don't want it shorter?" At this point I really don't know. But I'm not about to disagree with my hairdresser. They have licenses. Supercuts doesn't just let anyone cut hair.

So, I say, yes. Cut more. Cut more of my beautiful locks and sprinkle it at my feet and under my shirt. Well, she must have viewed this second approval as free domain to cut at-will. Everytime she "evened" it out, my hair got shorter and shorter. I closed my eyes, and pretended not to notice.

When it was done, I didn't look at the final result even though I had to pretend. And when she showed me the back, via the double mirror, I say "fine." Maybe I should be more enthusiastic if I'm happy. "Holy fuck I look good! You did that? WOW! Good job! Can I hug you?"
Except I'd probably be expected to tip more. If I appear just barely satisfied, which I was, I'm allowed to tip poorly. Just some free advice in case you are up for a trim soon.

If only this thing was a little bit cheaper.