I have to get a haircut.
That, in and of itself, is not so bad. In fact, I’ve always found getting my hair cut very relaxing. At times I have had to fight the urge to fall asleep while doing so.
But, I digress. It’s Sunday morning and I can do that at times like these.
Perhaps it’s that I have begun caffeinating myself in anticipation of the haircut.
I’m just getting my coffee on because it’s what I do in the mornings.
Food comes later.
And then the haircut.
The thing I hate about the haircut is the walk-in nature of it all.
One time I got there right when it opened on Sunday. It was raining outside and a bunch of guys were already waiting to get in, too. I had found a parking place right in front of the entrance and so was poised to pounce as soon as we were within one minute of opening time.
It did not matter that at least one other gentleman was situated, parked in front of the place, before me. I was not to be denied. I felt more opportunistic than they, by virtue of the fact I was the one parked directly in front of the entrance.
So, I went in first and got my hair cut right away. Good timing.
We all wait for stuff in lines throughout our lives.
We have to wait in lines in the grocery store.
We have to wait in lines when we go to the DMV.
We have to wait in lines when we get to the haircut place just before it opens.
Once we’re actually inside the haircut place, we still oftentimes end up waiting sitting down, as they don’t take appointments and you are in there to get your hair cut when it’s your turn.
It’s not so bad, though, really.
I mean, if you are all about scheduling your haircut at a walk-in place because you need to maximize your time management, you can get a wait guestimate from the check-in stylist. This way, you can make a game time decision about whether or not you will put your name on the list and come back just before the window of time the check-in person gave you, is about to expire. Or, you can simply opt to get your hair cut another day; unless like me, the hair is growing in tufts on the back of your neck.
I know I should be happy I even have the hair I do. People are probably saying to themselves as they read this, “Why is he even blogging about crap like this? He should be happy he has this problem.”
I get that. I really do. Maybe, it’s because I want it all. I have to admit that now, here and forever: I just want it all. But, I can’t (have it all), and that’s alright.
Because there are some days like past haircut days, when I have moved in and out of the haircut shop effortlessly, with nary a waiting minute before getting my No. 2 buzz cut on the sides and back, and clipper cut on the top.
On one of these fortuitous haircut-getting days, I felt so good about the whole experience afterwards, I even let the stylist sell me some styling cream (I think that’s what you call it). I have never used any products in my hair before. But this stuff has green tea or green tea extract in it. I rub it in my hair after showering and I’m good to go. Seeing how I never typically combed my hair ever (why did I carry a comb in my back pocket all those years?), it didn’t feel like applying some green tea extract to my hair and scalp was adding all that much extra time into my getting ready each day. Plus, I drink green tea, and applying it externally, seems to make sense health-wise in a strange sort of way.
Okay, I’m feeling pretty lucky today. Off to try to get to the haircut place before it opens. Even if I have to wait, it’s alright. I have to get a haircut, well, mostly a neck hair cut.
Wish me luck.