You know you’re getting old when…
May 7, 2008
the guy who cuts your hair says “Would you like me to tidy up your eyebrows?”.
I did not reply: “Touch my eyebrows and die, old man” but I’m not sure why not.
There’s nothing wrong with my eyebrows. They’re perfectly fine at doing… well, whatever it is eyebrows are supposed to do. They don’t need tidying. It’s not like they’re someone’s bedroom or the back yard or anything. They’re eyebrows. They don’t meet in the middle. No mono-brow, caterpillar for me. I have two. See? One, two.
Whatever next? Will he ask to trim the hair in my ears?
Have I become a hobbit?
Next time I’m going elsewhere, even though this guy a: is close (about 20m from the front entrance to the building where I work) and ii: has a vacuum cleaner thing that he uses after he’s shaved your head to suck up the loose hairs. Interesting use of technology, I thought.