Getting a haircut the other day reminded me of something that happened back in college. It was during the summer, and I had my customary buzz cut going on. I love having my hair buzzed. It felt so nice in the shower, worked well with having the top down on my Jeep Wrangler (my car at the time), and I could do the haircut myself in just a few minutes.
Well, one day I was giving myself a haircut, when all of a sudden I felt a couple of things happen. First, I felt the guard on the trimmers slip. Second, I felt the metal sliding across the top of my head as the trimmers dug into my hair. I stopped instantaneously, but the damage had already been done. There, on the very top of my head was a 2″ x 2″ spot where the hair was gone.
That was a Saturday, and for a couple of days, I made the most of it. Sunday morning, I had one of my little brothers write the word “HAIR” with a pen in the bald spot. I went to church that way.
Sunday night, I went ahead and finished the job – shaving my head bald.