To add to the weekend fun, I decided to cut the hubbinator’s hair this weekend. No, that isn’t the horror in the story. I’ve cut his hair. Just don’t look at the back. He moved as I was shaving his neck. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=xTfBZSz4c98
Either way, he’s happy that I cut his hair. He has low standards and simple tastes, and I have a 70 year old electric razor.
Or I did.
Halfway through cutting his hair, the razor died. Kaput. Nothing.
We tried to find our son’s groomer but didn’t, although we did text him to ask where it was. And heard nothing. Finally, we went on line to see what razors for hair cutting were available. Sadly, Walmart had the best options and, we kept to the same brand, because… 70 years. We’ll give it to our children when we die. Gotta leave them something:D.
Of course, once it became clear that Walmart was the place to go, the hubbinator flatly refused to go. Okay, he did offer to drive but only if he could wait in the car. He wasn’t going to be part of the shoppers of Walmart meme for his freakish hair cut.
I went alone. Found the brand and one with a strong enough motor to cut hair not just trim beards, mustaches, and nose hair (ew). And since I was there, I made a side trip to the chips aisle to buy the hot version my daughter loves then went to try my odds with the 3 check out lanes open. I picked the one closest to the door, with the requirements of less than three handfuls of items, and was promptly serenaded by the man behind me by a unique rendition of 20000 bottles of beer on the wall and another Walmart employee fired.
There’s a story there. But I don’t want to know it.
Until next time!