There was a glitch in the system

The place where I get my haircut has a computerized record-keeping system. When I walk in the door, I am asked for my phone number. The number is entered into the system and they are immediately provided with the information needed to give me the same luxurious haircut I get every time I go.

I prefer a “luxurious” haircut and I suspect you do, too.

Their method is quick, efficient and sophisticated. I have found it to be a no-fail system which helps to explain why I am considered, by far, the second most dashing man living at our address. (I’m the only man living at our address but let’s not get hung up on small details.)

…Anyhow, I got my haircut on Monday, however, there was a slight glitch in the system. Instead of providing my usual information, other slightly-more-creative instructions—as shown in the photo—were accidentally given to the very capable stylist who did my hair.

If nothing else, I think we can agree that the uniquely artistic flair of the style is certainly to be appreciated.

By the way, it’s possible I may be wearing a hat to our special services at church this weekend.

Trying to joke around during my haircut

 

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World's Fastest Haircut

I just received one of the world’s fastest haircuts.  I went to a place near our house called Sports Clips.  The timing was good.  I walked in the door and they had me in the chair immediately.

A woman began cutting my hair—did I mention that she works at the place?—and she finished in about 4 and half minutes.

I said to her, “Have you been doing this a long time?”

She said, “Yes.”

I said, “I thought so, you’re pretty quick at it.”

She laughed and said, “It goes faster when you don’t have much hair.”

God calls us to be loving and generous to everyone—even hairstylists that zing you with lighthearted digs (I think it says something like that in the Bible)—so, I gave her a nice tip, anyhow.  Because that’s the kind of wonderful, loving, gracious man that I am.

  

…Twenty eight cents is a nice tip, right?

  

*NOTE:  Come on, you know I’m just kidding about the 28 cent tip.