It's that time of the year

It's been a year, so of course it's time to look for a new barber. Now let me explain. I am easily offended. Don't know why, but the littlest things offend me. That's who I am.

Because of this, I'm always changing barbers. Here is what happened to my latest relationship with mine. I arrive at the barbershop early Saturday morning. It takes me an hour and a half to get there. Sure I haven't been there in over a month, but I'm a regular.

I approach my barber and ask him how many people he has left, because it gets pretty busy. He say 2. So screw me for thinking that he'll keep his word. I'm listening to my iPod when I see the second person leave his chair. I get up to go to the chair and he stops me and waves another person to come. He tells me "he called me earlier."

Now I'm sitting back on a waiting chair. Furious. Steaming. Furiously steaming. First of all, I never saw him answer a phone in my life. Secondly, what the hell do I have to do to get the preference to get my haircut in a timely matter. I tip well. Really well. And to disrespect like that was inexcusable.

I still got the haircut. But now I have to go through the process of getting bad haircuts to find a new barber. It seems I go through this process bi-annually. Sadly, I kind of knew this was going to happen.