I woke up in a grumpy mood today. That's not really news around here. But, today was extra bad. I had all of two minutes to interact with Kim and the boys before heading off to work. In that time, I got a roll of the eyes from Kim, a derisive laugh from Nick, and a groan from Jay. They couldn't wait for me to get out of the house.
Things didn't improve at work. I had just returned from two days in Philadelphia last night. Yet, first thing this morning, I had to plan for a return trip up there tomorrow. I MapQuested the route, saw the estimated travel time of 2 hours and 37 minutes (each way), and just shook my head in disgust. I had almost reached my breaking point.
Four hours later, I had sat through several conference calls, attended one meeting, and waded through dozens of e-mails. As I sat there eating lunch (which consisted of leftover butter-and-salt noodles, yogurt, and a roll), I got an idea. "I know exactly what you need," I told myself. "You need to go get your hair done."
That's how I found myself at 1PM sitting in my favorite Asian barber shop getting my "regular" (#1 on the sides, #2 on top, squared off in the back, and leave the sideburns alone). I've been getting my hair cut at the same place for over 10 years and the price is still exactly what it was the first time I visited -- all of $9. What a bargain! Even better, no one ever tries to talk to me while they cut my hair. They just get you in the seat, put the robe around you, and get started.
As I walked out, I rubbed my hands over my bristly head, and smiled. I felt much better. Best of all, the woman who cut my hair hadn't even offered to trim my bushy eyebrows. That always makes me feel way too old. She must have known just by looking at me when I walked in that today was not the day for that. Smart lady.