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.
No comments:
Post a Comment