I think I'm going to have to revive it.
Y'know, I never thought I was all that attached to my hair but I was pretty darn upset once I had my glasses on and could actually see how short it was. If you're wondering, I think the hairdresser had me confused with another client, one who keeps her hair even shorter than I do. And multiple things went wrong: she asked about my friend with cancer and how she was doing, but I know four people who have had cancer and couldn't figure out which one I might have spoken about during a haircut. Not only was it unlikely that I would have referred to anyone by name, but I couldn't figure out what to ask to narrow it down to a specific person without revealing too much about anyone's private business and without admitting how truly awful my memory has become, so I gave a vague reply. Then she said she remembered she'd used a different size attachment on her electric razor than what's written down in my file and said she assumed I'd want the same one this time. Well, I have changed razor sizes -- I went from either a 4 to 6 or a 6 to a 4, and I did want the one she'd used last time -- so that didn't clue me in that something was wrong. Then, when she made her first cut she asked me if it looked right -- only I didn't have my glasses on and couldn't see myself in the mirror. So I gave her a non-committal answer ("I think so?") and she went on and cut off the rest. When I saw how short it was I pretty much blamed myself for not asking more questions or asking to put on my glasses after the first cut, so I paid my bill, gave her a decent tip, and went to the car to call Jebra and tell him I needed a hug.