In August, when we were on our way to Illinois, we stopped at the barber to get haircuts for the Things and I. At the time, the lady asked me what guard I wanted on the clippers and I said "four".
"Four!" she replied, "That's too short. I think you should use a seven." Now having been present at all my previous haircuts, I knew for certain that I usually had a four or a three guard used, but for some reason I relented, thinking that perhaps she had a different clipper set and knew that a four would indeed be too short.
Alas. Turns out I was right, that a seven was too long, and now I am suffering bad hair (let's bold caps that) BAD HAIR because it is too long and it's been too long since I've had a hair cut. I should have an opportunity next week, however, to get to a barber.
Ahh the odd trials of island life.
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