I got my haircut on Sunday as my hairdo was starting to get a bit unkempt, and also because gray hairs are more easily seen with longer hair. It was a haircut just as I’ve had the last couple of years, and even with the same person, but this time she decided to cut off a little more than just my hair.
That’s right, my stylist nearly Mike Tysoned me – you know, the same Mike Tyson who bit a chunk out of Evander Holyfield’s ear?! Ok, so it wasn’t so bad that an equivalent bite would require a “spit” to clear the mouth of said flesh, but it was enough to make me squeamish every time the scissors approached my ears again.
It made it a little better that I didn’t have to pay for the haircut. Did I have to threaten suit against my stylist? Did I have to call her manager over to have a word with her before informing them I wouldn’t pay? No, I just had to continue my husbandly duties just as I have the past five years. Oh yeah, just in case you didn’t know, my wife cuts my hair!
My wife cutting my hair is one of at least 12 ways I stay frugal. It’s a mindset we keep even though we have enough money to pay for haircuts. It’s a decision that when combined with hundreds of other decisions every year allow us to do things like pay for cars with cash.
Also, I enjoy our haircut time because it’s time I would otherwise spend waiting in line, fielding awkward questions and conversations with a stylist who agrees to the same interactions because we’re simply stuck together while she works awkwardly close to my most important communicative tools. So yes, I’d rather hang out with my wife instead!
She’s cut my hair for at least two years, so based on the estimate that I’d get a haircut every five weeks at $20 per cut, we’ve saved at least $400, and a lot of wasted time at the hair cut place. Well, that estimate might be somewhat off because during our trip I decided to see what my hair would look longer, but she assured me that “80s porn star” hair was no longer in. So just as we did in the US, she cut my hair around the world too.