I’m learning things as I mature. Such is the experience of a remarkably close haircut.
You’d not be surprised to learn that, like the rest of my life, my hair style is no nonsense and low maintenance. The usual cut involves the electric clipper with guards of a couple of single-digit sizes, and it doesn’t take long.
Most recently I was settling in to get my usual trim, and, also as usual was making small talk with my barber of several years. I watched her attach the guard, and usually she starts with the sides. This time, the top was the starting place, and big chunks of hair started falling. It was too late at that point to do anything other than wait for the realization to come.
She was very apologetic. I got a nice, very short, haircut. I look a touch like a graying tennis ball, and I learned a lesson: don’t distract people when they’re thinking.