I just needed to share a little funny chain of events from today.

It’s been many moons since I have had a haircut. It was very much time to visit the deal ‘ol Supercuts down the road. I was looking quite shaggy for every day outings… let alone the important meetings I have next week with some Parks & Resorts big wigs. Anyway, I knew I needed to go today and I let Janey know I was going. She wanted to come along so we decided to make an afternoon of it.

Many things happened that don’t really pertain to the point of my story including (but not limited to):

• finding a 40 min. wait at my local supercuts
• a visit to Boston Market to kill time during out wait
• the friendly Boston Market staff completely forgetting about our order while we wait 30 min.
• to make up for their mistake we were given free desserts in our ‘to go’ bag
• having my hair cut by a large loud woman who liked to talk loudly about video games

*As a side note I would like to point out that she did speak perfect english which is a stark contrast to anyone else that’s cut my hair from the same establishment.

So here is where the fun begins. During the hair cut the large loud woman reaffirmed that my hair was in fact falling out. Not in the sickly, coming out in chunks sort of way… just the standard male pattern baldness sense. I’ve long since come to terms with the fact that the males in my family have little to no hair on the forward portion of their head. I’m quickly following suit with my ever growing forehead. I’m at that really fun stage where there is still hair growing on the front… it’s just super thin so you can kind of see my head through the hair. I like to think of it a bit like the mystery of a forest at dusk. You can see fairly deep into the forest in the light, but at night it’s looks like it should. That may be an over-romanticized version of what is actually happening but give me my crutch eh?

Moving on with the story, as we are walking out to the car after the haircut I bring up the point about me losing hair and Janey is just avoiding the subject like crazy. Now she’s not really great at avoiding subject. She gets all tongue tied and flubbery when she tries to hurriedly change the subject and it really makes me laugh. That of course is my cue to just hang on that subject and drive it right into the ground. It’s all kinds of fun. Janey goes into this mode that I call “No More Questions Mode”. It’s where I’m firing about 10 questions per second at her and she doesn’t want to answer the first one and her brain gets hung up on it. You can see her brain just shaking with frustration and just at the moment you think steam is going to come out her ears she whines “NO MORE QUESTIONS”! I know I must look like a total ass, but it’s wildly entertaining to me. And in the end we both laugh about it so all is well.

Janey seems to have this really funny, if not slightly neurotic, aversion to talking about my loss of hair. So it’s one of our recurring favorite triggers of the No More Questions mode. She knows I’m losing my hair…. I know I’m losing it… everybody can see it even if they don’t notice right off the bat, if you were to bring it up they could see that I’ve got that middle aged white guy hairline. (even though I’m only 23 but thats another conversation). But Janey just can’t acknowledge it to me that she sees it. Even with a direct question she will just look at me and either pretend not to hear what I’ve said, or get tongue tied as she tries to change the subject.

Today though we had a breakthrough. After a solid hour of driving her nuts about it as we walked through Target and drove home. Once seated on my couch and being coaxed by a few hugs a reassurances that its not an emotional thing with me… she finally conceded that I am in fact losing hair.

What’s the purpose of me bringing this up? …no purpose really. I just like to spout off funny little things that make up my life.