The person cutting my hair doesn’t need to ask me how I am. They don’t care. They don’t need to fake a concern about my split ends. I don’t care. The person annoying me with their fake interest also needs to know that he or she is risking death if they try to sell me any kind of hair product.
To read more of my current Living Out Loud column in CityBeat entitled “Shut Up and Cut My Hair,” click here.
(Photo of Larry getting his hair cut found on motherlode.com)