Ever have one of those days or moments that you think to yourself, "This kind of stuff only happens to me,"? Well, I did yesterday.
I decided to cut my hair as I routinely do about every week or so. For many years now I've been my own barber. There's not a whole lot of options for my hairstyle at this point so this is not that big of a challenge. I'm sure I've had some bad days here and there, but for the most part the quality of my clipping ability is fairly consistent. And then yesterday happened.
As I made a pass on the back of my head, I failed to notice that the rake on the razor had been jarred loose, leaving the bare blade exposed. The end result was a fairly large swath of baldness. It looked similar to somebody driving a mower one time through a wheat field. As soon as it happened, I knew it was bad. My first thought was... well..."Holy $*&#, what did I do?". (just being honest) I then positioned the mirrors so I could assess the situation. My suspicions were confirmed. I looked ridiculous.
After the initial shock wore off, I started to lightly chuckle. Finding the humor in the situation, I also knew that short of shaving the rest of my head completely bald, I was stuck with this for at least a week. It would probably appear to others as though my barber was an epileptic blind man. Thankfully I am married so that takes some of the stress caused by my predicament. My wife's stuck with me regardless of what I look like.
I then walked into our bedroom where my wife and youngest child were resting watching tv. "What do you think about this?" I asked as I turned around so she could see the mayhem I just carved. She just stared, mouth wide open. My daughter laughed loudly and tauntingly. I have the feeling this will not be the last time either.
"Any suggestions?" I further inquired.
"Oh my," my wife responded, "what did you do?" Her voiced quivered a bit, containing her urge to burst into hysterics.
I told her I might consider using a red marker to draw stitches on the bare part, giving the impression that I undergone some sort of surgery. She laughed at that suggestion. Apparently she thought I was kidding. Regardless, we both agreed that it'd be best for our family if I wore a hat for a week or so. I take that as meaning they'd be ashamed to be seen with me given the status quo of my alternative hairstyle. Thanks, people. I love you too.
Later on in the day, my wife, who evidently gave it further thought, proposed the following to me: "How about just wearing a band aid back there? That would work too,you know, as far as the fake surgery idea goes."
Interestingly, she did not laugh after making that suggestion.
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