Anthony is typing …

I went to the barber’s today. I don’t like going for a haircut. I usually leave it 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 of getting a haircut. Talking to someone via a mirror and competing with the noise from other customers and hairdryers. I’m not the loudest of speakers at the best of times, and I struggle to make myself heard. That means the barber usually has to ask me to repeat myself, and I have to say back to them the really uninteresting thing I just said. It’s all really embarrassing and awkward.
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 what I’m looking for isn’t an available option – I always come away with the same haircut, and that discourages me further from going back. But then, eventually I have to.