My New Haircut

Now that the semester is over and I have ventured back home, I can go get my haircut at my favorite barber shop. I know a couple of times during different semesters, I was short on cash and needed a trim before an important interview or something of that sort. So, I resolved to a couple female friends who said they had hair cutting “experience.”  That did not turn out too well both times. True, there are other barbers at school that know how to cut hair also, but I prefer the barber that I have been going to for the last five years. He knows everything about my crazy, curly hair. I was kind of shocked that he went up on his prices for this last visit. It was only a couple extra dollars. Just another sign of a wild economy. If times get too pressed, I will have my mother cut my hair like when I was a wee little child.