Sunday night Don showered and then asked if I would give him a haircut.  I obliged and before I was finished our neighbor stopped in.  He could see I was doing a pretty impressive job on Don’s hair so he said something about me cutting his hair next.  I told him I would and could so that was that.  He was next on the schedule.  Each of the guys were having a beer and I said maybe I should start a “BAR-ber Shoppe.”  It might be more enjoyable for the customers and if the scissors slipped once in a while, the ears would tend to be a bit less sensitive….oh yes, my wheels were turning.

Once Don’s excess hair had taken up residence inside the vacuum, it was Sam’s turn.  He asked for a buzz cut with a No. 3 attachment on the clipper.  Don has a ton of clippers so I knew it wouldn’t be hard to find the proper equipment.  After scrounging around for a bit I found a clipper and Don found a No. 3 attachment for it and off I went to set sail on Sam’s head of unsuspecting hair.  Things were rolling along pretty smooth and I remember joking about how terrible it would be if the cordless clipper died half way through the cut and then, the cordless trimmer died half way through the cut!!!  Sam went racing to the bathroom to see how ridiculous he looked.  At this point I jotted down a mental note on my mental list to keep customers away from mirrors until their haircut is finished.  I also added that I should make sure all rechargeable trimmers are fully charged before starting a haircut .  I felt this was something I would need to know when I started my business.

Eventually he came back and we decided the clipper would be fully recharged in less than 30 minutes so all three of us started watching TV.  I tried not to look at Mr. Half-A-Haircut because I never like it when somebody laughs at me and I feared I might laugh and that just wouldn’t be very nice.  Thirty minutes later I went over and unplugged the trimmer and was totally shocked when it didn’t fire up AT ALL!!!!  Sam freaked out and about then Don hopped off the couch and found another trimmer with a No. 2 attachment.  I reassured Sam it would work just fine and that the No.2 hairs would blend right in with the No. 3 hairs.  It wasn’t long before I knew this statement would become a bold face lie.  I immediately removed the No. 2 trimmer from my hand which caused a bit of panic in Sam but I was able to keep him on the chair and just then Don showed up with yet another trimmer with yet another No. 3 blade attachment.  I finished the haircut and all of the blood pressures that had risen slightly to more than slightly to almost a HEART ATTACK returned to normal and everyone was happy.  Sam got out his wallet and was going to pay me for the mental torture he had just endured and I said, “Let’s just say your first haircut was complimentary!”  You gotta love a guy that offers to pay money for a haircut that nearly gave him a heart attack!