The Day I Shaved My Head Bald

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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.

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5 thoughts on “The Day I Shaved My Head Bald

  1. If I recall correctly this happened right before we were supposed to have dinner with my new bosses and they had never met you before. I have to say you looked a bit naziesque for that dinner and I think they were a bit taken aback:) Fun times.

  2. Jordan, fortunately it wasn’t today. :)

    Keri, you remember well. No better way to impress people than cutting off all your hair. I ought to try it more often.

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