Profile of MagicMan826:
"So you're sitting in a new barber shop waiting for a haircut and the stylist inevitably asks you how you want it done. You hand her that flimsy little business card with the information on the back of it on how they did it last time because you basically have the haircut memory equivalence of a goldfish. You ask her how long she's been doing hair. "30 years." She replies as she pulls out the clippers and proceeds to make a strong, single sweep right across the side of your head without ANY attachment. Then, has the audacity to tell you, "Well that's what the card said!" Pretty sure that's NOT what the card said, but you know, I'm no barber. To this day I still wonder what my facial expression was in that moment. Probably somewhere between, "OMG!" and, "WTF?!"
The next time you go back you wind up getting the speech impediment OCD scatterbrained stylist fresh out of school that, surprisingly enough, does a decent job aside from using root pump instead of hair spray after knocking down an entire rack of stylist products.
I guess the point is; I find myself getting into weird and precarious situations frequently, especially in my line of work.
Come to think of it as I'm writing this it's about time for another haircut..."
Why the blog post about haircuts / barbers rather than a meaningful dating profile?