Today I got a terrible hair cut.  I mean no disrespect for the woman who cut my hair; after all, she gave the same haircut that every other customer of hers is completely satisfied with.  It was my fault for getting my hair cut on a military installation.  

Now, I must tell the story from my last haircut experience at the same place.  I met the wisest haircutter of all.  She was the King Solomon of hair stylists, a true philosopher of hair.  You see, every time I go to the barber shop (or even salon) I struggle to describe the style of hair cut that I want.  I try to envision what I want my hair to look like when she finishes and describe it.  Over time I’ve learned to use words like “fade”, and I can use numbers to convey the length I want my hair to be.  No matter how hard I try or how detailed my request, my hair is always different.  

But not last time.  Last time was different.  I sat in the chair rehearsing the description in my head – short on the side, fade, longer on top, not a high and tight, not a hight and tight! – while nervously anticipating the question, “What would you like?”  But the question never came.  Instead, was a different question, a question that was the pinnacle of hair cutting wisdom!  ”What do you want, the same thing but shorter?”

“Yes!” I cried, and she proceeded to make my hair look just like it did before only shorter!  It was perfect!

So I went back today expecting to find that every one of the hair cutters at this shop were her students.  I imagined that they were studying under this master hair cutter, watching her every step, learning her secret wisdom.  On the contrary.  Before I knew it, I was giving a description that would be neither understood nor obeyed for I was on my way to receiving another high and tight.



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