Anyhoo, that's not very interesting. What was interesting to me was the social interaction I got to have with the hair dresser.
Let me preface by saying that it was an $11 deal by one of the chains (I'm sick of getting ripped off just because Curt's too much of a wuss to take a set of scissors to my locks).
It was amazing, I walked into this depressing, empty place and this woman was putting inventory away. She looked weary, but when she saw me a giant smile broke out and customer service was at it's best.
She began to tell me all about her life and I got to see pictures of her new baby daughter as she laboured away on my head. She told me about her interesting history classes at college, her husband's dogs, her immigrant parents, and about moving here from Brooklyn.
I don't know what her situation is, but she was one of the most comfortable people I've come across in a long time. If I ever feel the need for a psychiatrist, I'm just going to go back and get another hair cut from her. What a wonderful person.
Here's the end result...

...I looooove my hair cut!