Shearing

You know, as strange as it sounds, and as much as it seems like a semi-creepy attempt to be more llama-like, whenever I get a haircut, I don't receive a haircut, so much as I am simply sheared. I hadn't really noticed until I was watching in the mirror as the stylist just took the clippers and buzzed the hair until it was 1/2 inch even on all sides. This may explain my stubbornness to pay over 7.50 for a haircut and why I'm appalled at people charging 14 dollars for a simple trim. Seriously, its 7 minutes of work and its not hard work at that. I'm not picky, I just want the hair to be easy to manage and look even.

Overall the haircut did end up costing me 10.00 because I tipped the lass who had to put up with me a good amount, but she did a good job. Maybe not with the hair, no one has commented on that, so I don't know if its "Good" or not, but she made it an enjoyable experience. She had a wonderful story about trying to cut the hair of some extremely intoxicated lady who threatened to throw up anytime the chair spun. We even talked about Alpaca shearing technique and how odd it was that the Dutch version of Santa Claus had "6 to 8" black men as helpers instead of reindeer. Its odd that no precise number has been decided on even though they've had several decades to take a headcount.
I tip heavily for an entertaining hairdresser or stylist or whatever the proper term may be. To me, that's half the fun of a haircut. Learning new stories, talking with these people as our threads mingle for this short time on the great tapestry of existance. Good times.