July 16, 2000
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Sort of like clockwork, but not really. Every eight weeks or so my hair length hits a wall where it suddenly becomes annoying. Last week the wall was hit, so yesterday I ambled down to the neighborhood First Choice franchise. Sitting down in the barber chair (or should that be stylist chair?), I started explaining what I needed in terms of an updated do. My hair style is anything but complex, and since I prefer to have it shorter through the sides, the logical question from the stylist was: “how short?”. Reflecting back on the fact that I rarely get my hair cut more frequently than every two months, I said: “I’m not sure. I think they used a number three last time…” referring to the shag rake attachment numbering system they use for the electric razor. “Nope. Grant uses a number six,” came an interjection from across the shop. I turn my head and there stands a stylist that I vaguely recognize as being the one who cut my hair the last time… two months ago. I leave the shop a few minutes later with a tasty summer cut, and a couple of strange thoughts floating around in my head regarding personalized customer experience and the Amazing Kreskin.
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