Yesterday, while Glenda played bridge with all the old card sharks at the Rocky Mount Lions Club, I decided for me a trip to Eldon was in order. I needed to get the pickup inspected and a haircut was way over due.
As I got into the chair I asked the barber to cut my hair short but leave enough that I can comb it if the desire strikes me. When Glenda got home she jumped my case about fighting with indians. She was also unhappy with me for losing the fight. Said she knew I had lost because I had been scalped! I must admit it did turnout very short and the desire to comb it better not strike me for at least a couple of weeks. Hopefully by then some of it will be grown back.
I don't really mind that the barber leaned so heavily on short but it's hell in the morning when I shave trying to determine where my sideburns end and my face begins. I hate to shave anyway! Three things I've always hated, shaving, putting gas in the car and going to the bathroom. I know a man's got to do what a man's got to do so I do it but only when it becomes absolutely necessary. Yes, shaving in the morning is absolutely necessary.
Glenda was also not too happy that I had to have the windshield, ($135), replaced to enable a passing grade for the old pickup.
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There is no moral precept or chore that does not have something inconvenient about it.~Denis Diderot
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