Category: barber
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clipping
I finally had enough of long hair, so I asked My Darling B to mow my head. I had not had a haircut since mid-February so it had grown so long and so thick that it was starting to feel like wearing a horse blanket on my head. The “before” picture doesn’t show how much Read.
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hairs cut
I kinda had to do this. It was getting to be too much trouble to take care of. I let it grow out in the first place because I was too lazy to get it cut, so it only follows that I’d get it cut because I’m too lazy to take care of it properly. Read.
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hairy
My hair’s quite long now, although when I say “quite long,” I mean it’s grown past the top of my collar in back, covers my ears, and hangs in my eyes if I don’t comb it back. That’s as long as I’ve ever worn it in my life. I used to wear it about as Read.
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scruffy
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haircut
I went to the barber shop to get my hair cut. I’d been going to a local shop on the main street, which I’d rather do than go to the chain store down on the corner, but I’d like it a lot more if I knew all the ins and outs of barber shop etiquette. Read.
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schmoozing
My barber congratulated me on keeping myself looking so fit in spite of being just shy of fifty years old. He guessed my age to within a few months, but he was way off about the keeping fit. “You go visit the gym every day, don’t you?” he asked. I frowned at him. “What?” I Read.
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dead flies
Your barber is like your doctor. He can say things to you that ordinary people can’t say to each other, not if he expects to get away with it. Your doctor can tell you you’re fat and flabby, and do it with a straight face. “You’re twenty pounds overweight. You should go to the gym Read.
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