A Hair Cut - My 2 Bits

So I got my haircut the other day. I went to Super Cuts because it is cheap and close and I am cheap and lazy. I have long ago accepted the idea that I will have to get my haircut from people whose hair frightens me. Hair stylists are often known for having funky hair, or, in the case of this little Utah town, known for having BIG hair. But despite the fact that they have crazy hair, they usually do a good job. And I am usually willing to take a risk. It is worth it for the price and convenience.

So a lady I have never seen before, with bigger hair than most, cut my hair this time. I told her I wasn't sure what I wanted (my first mistake), but was considering lots of layers. However, we both agreed that my hair was probably too thin to pull it off. So she said she would just do a trim and a little layering to give it some "movement". Then I took off my glasses and read my book (my 2nd mistake). When I put my glasses back on at the end and looked up I could see that she had layered it very extensively, mullet style, and my hair WAS way too thin to pull it off. Phooey. But whatever. It would grow back.

But then she styled it for me. She used a flat iron and a world of hairspray and flipped it all out. It was sort of a combination between this


and this


but not quite as cute.

If you aren't sure how you feel about a haircut and style after you get it, pay attention to your reaction. If, when you get home, you run in the house with a coat over your head, screaming "Don't Look At Me!" to your husband, you may not want to see that particular stylist again.

Anyhoo, I went to Walmart later. While at the hair salon someone had stuck a flier under my windshield wiper. It was little so I hardly noticed it until I was on the freeway. I turned on the wipers to try to free it, but no luck. So there it flapped. Taunting me. Teasing me. Annoying me. Stupid paper.

But, boy am I glad it didn't fly away! As soon as I got to Walmart I pulled it out to throw it away, and, of course, read it on the way to the garbage can. Some Eagle Scout was collecting items for the Women's Crisis Center. A worthy cause! And he listed some of the items they needed. Stuff like diapers, garbage bags, tissues, and then (and I quote) "Feminine Products (you know what I am talking about)".

Well I burst out laughing. And I laughed and guffawed and chuckled all the way into the store. Good for that eagle scout! Good for him for doing the service, for obviously writing up these fliers himself, and for making my day. Seriously, I didn't stop smiling about it the whole time I was in Walmart. Good Deed: DONE!!