It’s best to leave that haircutting thing to the professionals
Well... the buzz cut FINALLY happened! Although, things didn't EXACTLY go as planned. There was a small snag. Very small. I mean... ok maaaaaaaaaaaybe it turned into a slight fiasco. Buuuuuuuuut the good news is I was able to get it all worked out and fixed up look sharp in the end! So there's a happy ending for this story... So let me begin at the beginning...
Once upon a few hours ago I decided to finally buzz cut my hair. I've had it long, I've had it short, I've had it every which part and comb and gel and way in-between. Well the last time it was super buzzed up cut was when I was in highschool on the swim team. That was the thing to do for the dudes. The less hair the less resistance! So you can swim like fish through the water.
Well after work I came home and went for a quick run. I let my hair just go crazy in the wind and let it flow and be free for it's last moment in public before it would be chopped off and buzzed up. I came home and then started to prepare myself mentally for the haircut.
At first I was a little weirded out... then I was curious... then I was in awwww... then I just freaked out!
Well I finally started cutting away with some scissors and then buzzing with my buzzer. Ok so... this is where the problem started. I didn't ACTUALLY have any buzzer clippers. SO I was using a battery operated beard trimmer that I have. I use it to cut my side burns. It worked well for that! I figured hey... I'm sure it would work just fine and dandy for my hair too. Hmmmm... not so much. It started jamming and pulling out hair and it wasn't a very pretty sight. I tried lubing it up with the little greasy bottle that it came with but that probably made it worse. Or maybe I just put way too much inside of it. Then it just kinda stopped working.
Hmmm... not good. Not good at all.
Well I at least got one side of my head done. I thought well maybe I could just leave it that way... I tried to pull off the look in some very vogue fashion esk poses...
...it didn't work too well... I just felt like I belonged at the funny farm. Although, now that I look at those pictures... I kinda feel like I look like a french painter. Yea... definitely very french painter like. Maybe it's just because it looks like I'm wearing a beret. A half hair beret.
Well I decided that I should PROBABLY get the rest of the hair cut to match the one side/half. So I put on my thinking cap... OR rather my winter hat to hide the mess I made.
I then got in my car and went down the street to the local super cuts. There I explained my conundrum to the girl behind the counter. She said she could definitely fix it... then she asked if she could see.
I removed the hat.
She let out a small giggle but quickly regained her composure. Shen then asked me to take a seat and she would help me as soon as she finished with her current customer.
Well... I eventually got into the haircut chair and her nice awesome buzzer clippers zapped on with that most familiar bzzzzzzzzzz sound. Ahhhhhh... yes. That's better.
She fixed it all up real nice and quick and got me going back on track. When I got home I snapped a few more pictures...
And there you have it! I'm ready to join the army. Or perhaps at least maybe The Goof Troop. All clean cut and buzzed off. I might have to join the YMCA or something and start swimming again even! I'll probably stick with just going on runs for now.
Anywho, today I learned... it's best to leave the haircuts-y-ing to the professionals. That's one thing I know for sure now.
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