I know I shouldn’t…

But I just can’t help myself.

It happens every time I get my haircut. I walk into the salon, the girl says “what do you want?” and I stare into the mirror and think Hmmm. Facelift might do it.

Of course, a haircut’s the next best thing. My problem? I can’t help tormenting the girl cutting my hair. When she asks me what I want done, I always say “well, what do you think?”

That’s when the jaw drops. If I’m really lucky they do the whole feeding fish thing.

OK – so why do I do it?

The answer’s not because I’m mean (although I am, just a little). I know from the way they respond how good they’re going to be. The ones who pull off the best goldfish impressions just get asked to trim it, the ones who offer an opinion actually get to cut my hair.

And, of course — I’m mean.

About the Author

Cath lives just outside Cleveland, Ohio (well, somebody has to), she writes, takes photographs, reads and writes obsessively. Oh, and she speaks with a funny accent.