Usually my wife cuts my hair. It isn’t that complicated she just puts the number two guide on the clipper and keeps running it back and forth till it is all the same length. Other than a little cleanup around the ears and back that is it. I have gotten used to it at that length since I am no longer the rocker want to be of my youth and since I have a full head of hair I have not had to shave it. Yesterday I was noticing that it was long past when I should have gotten a haircut and my wife was out-of-state so I decided to go to the local cheapo-cuts to get it taken care of. You would think that I could get a discount for how quick and easy it is to do mine but that is a different story. When my time came I sat it the chair and the stylist asked what I wanted. I explained that my wife usually does, she nodded in an understanding way grabbed her clippers and began to attack. The first swipe to my hair was right down the middle, and I noticed something immediately, her number two guide was way shorter than the one my wife uses. Now at that point I could have said something like, wow that is really short, but what could have been done? With a racing stripe of super short down the middle of my steel wool fro, there was no option but to let her finish. Today I feel bald and I know if the sun comes out I better wear a hat. It isn’t that it looks bad, it is that it is not what I am use to. The good news is my hair grows really fast so the fro will be back in no time. And if anyone else cuts my hair, I will explain a little better what number two means to me.