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I went to the barbers today. I don’t like going for a haircut. I usually leave my hair until it’s getting out of control before making an appointment – although I just walked in today, no appointment necessary.
I hate the set-up at the barbers: talking to someone via a mirror and competing with the noise from all the other customers and the hairdryers. I’m not the loudest of talkers at the best of times, so it’s difficult to make myself heard above all of that. It means the barber sometimes has to pause to ask me what I said. It’s never anything interesting and I’m always embarrassed having to say it again. It stresses me out a bit.
And then I never seem to get the haircut I ask for. It’s always much shorter than I want it to be. I think the haircut I’m looking for isn’t actually an available option because I always come away with the exact same thing despite asking for something totally different, and that further discourages me from going back in the future. But then, eventually, I have to.