yeah I know you did not ask!
You should so be blessed – well cursed at times actually – with a mind such as mine, making all these weird connections between my rumored neurons. Just be thankful that I do not share all of my random thoughts.
Back in the day… what used to trigger my decision that I needed a haircut was when my bangs began to interfere with my vision, or in recent years when Señora began chasing me around with her scissors. As the years have descended on me like a rugby scrum, my decision is frequently triggered by my eyebrows having grown to the point that they are interfering with my vision.
Gotta love this getting old gig.
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Señora has been cutting my hair for years now. Her doing so was a combination of things. First, there was COVID with everyone staying home afraid of being around other humans. Then, the barber who I had been going to for years had a series of small strokes. She was still trying to work, but her quality was less than optimal. I hung with her as long as I could out of loyalty, but at some point I had had enough of her hacking up my hair. A lot of other customers must have felt the same way as her shop closed up not too long after I stopped going there.
Gotta love this getting old gig.