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.
Ha ha- when I first read this I thought it said TODAY I Shaved My Head Bald!
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.
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.
I double dog dare you to shave your head and eyebrows!
Ahh yes, the infamous clippers. Many debatably “good” memories with those things…