Saturday I decided to get a haircut. I drove to a different local cheap place because my father in law gave me a coupon and I couldn't resist $10.95 for a haircut. Upon entering I became instantly aware that this place was a little less classy than my usual spot, but oh well, it's only hair. As usual, I told the hairstylist to cut my hair, oh, about this long and trim my bangs and I'm not too picky, so go for it. She was a little, old Asian lady and she didn't make small talk. She did a pretty good job considering my hair had decided to be every-which-way kind of wavy that day. My hair got trimmed up nice and short and I am happy, but every time I look in the mirror I can't help thinking that my hair is some kind of mix between this
and this
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