My Head Is Not Shorn

I got a haircut the other night. We often switch between Great Clips and Fantastic Sam's. This time, we opted for Fantastic Sam's, because of their close proximity to a Dairy Queen.

I always dislike the question, "What do you want to do?" I never know how to answer that. I'm not the hair expert. I guess if I went to a fancy-schmancy salon, they would be telling me what I should do. However, I've sort-of learned how to respond. Often, I start off with the joke, "Make me look hot!". That can get a laugh. I often follow up later in the haircut with, "Oh, and can you go through and pluck out the gray hairs."

This evening, however, I didn't get to my second joke. I had just sat down and laid out my first "Make me look hot!" comment, when she pre-empted my "gray hair" joke. Here's what she said: "I see we are rockin' the salt and pepper."

What?!?!?

I can make jokes about my gray(ing) hair, but you can't! I realize that this was a ploy to get me to buy into hair coloring, but I was not amused. I also didn't buy into the hair coloring.

At the end, she also convinced me to shave (trim?) my eyebrows. This is not something I've thought of before. In fact, I like my eyebrows to be full because they help with my facial expressions. I told her as much...she wasn't impressed.

Now I have these eyebrows that look really dark in toward the center, but the outer parts are barely visible. I'm not sure how I feel about this.

Anyway, there's a recap of what my haircut experience was like. Enjoy!