In early February, I got a haircut. Nothing newsworthy about that. In early March, I was due for my next appointment, but procrastination got the better of me. A few days later, the Rona made its debut and it was SHUT DOWN TIME!
This was bad…
Here you can see how the hair situation deteriorated during quarantine.
Fast forward to May 28. Things were ugly, but thankfully, I got an appointment.
What a difference 40 minutes make! I went from a homeless, seemingly intoxicated loser of society to a semi-normal, sober, tax-paying citizen.
#NotAMomentTooSoonYall
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