Do you remember your first haircut? I was at a haircutting shop today and there was a child getting her first haircut.
She was screaming at the top of her lungs the whole time! I looked around the room to see the rest of the clients. They all had silver or white hair, thinned with years of living and combing their heads.
When the screaming child finally left a wave of serenity passed through me.
The last time I was at the haircutting place I asked for a pixie cut, like Jamie Curtis’. They gave it to me, and I didn’t look good. I started cutting my hair really short when I was in my twenties. It looked cute then. I fancied myself as a young Audrey Hepburn.
That pixie cut did not look so good the last time. All it did was accentuate my age. It took me seven months to get over that haircut. And what did I walk into the next time? A shop with a screaming kid and a bunch of old people. And it just so happens that I’m in the freshman class of the old people!
Every once in a while I have a dream where I’m in college but failed a class because I forgot to go. “What?” is always my response, “I don’t remember signing up for that class!”
That’s how I feel when I see myself in the unrelenting mirror of the haircutting shop. AARP won’t leave me alone either! They keep sending me junk mail with some kind of enticement, like a fancy new travel bag. I almost went for that one. I just don’t get out enough, I guess.
Another thing I have noticed lately is that young people think I look old too! A waitress asked me if I wanted the senior menu!
What is up with kids these days? They have no fashion sense, or musical appreciation. Why don’t they get with it and have some class? All in time, haircut after haircut.