The difficulty of getting a haircut is one of the multitude of inconveniences that many have had to face during this pandemic.  Fortunately for me, I have had no issues getting in to see the person who usually cuts my hair.  This is because, for the past thirty-seven years, my wife has been cutting my hair.  I am an accountant and while I do like to save money that is not the primary reason that she is the one that I go to for a haircut. 

In 1983 we were living in Ft. Worth, Texas.  I needed a haircut, so I went to a barber shop.  I came home, my wife took one look at my haircut and stated, “I could do better than that.”  So, she started cutting my hair and I thought she did a pretty good job while we lived in Texas.

Two years later we moved to Warrior, Alabama.  We were kind of in the boonies, Warrior was the closest town and it was our address but it was actually in a different county from where we lived.  I think there was only one barber in Warrior and everyone called him “Booger”.  I decided that I would rather have my wife continue to cut my hair than let someone named “Booger” touch my scalp.

So, after a few years, the pattern had pretty much been established of where I was going to get my haircut.  Then along came three boys who would also need haircuts and, of course, she cut their hair as well.  Through the years, we have gone through a few sets of clippers as well as a Flowbee period.  We really had one and it worked pretty well (if you have no clue – check out http://www.flowbee.com).  The boys are gone, but I still need haircuts and I still have my wife cut it and I do not complain, especially when she has the clippers close to my ear.

It is funny how one bad haircut in 1983 solved the problem of where to get a haircut in 2020.  It also saved a few dollars along the way.