Five nights before the company dinner-dance, I cut James’ hair. I usually start by using a #2 or #3 blade to get the back fairly short, then switch to scissors for the top, sides and front. Just as I was finishing up, I remembered that he thought I’d left the back a little long last time. So I grabbed the razor and cut a wide swath along the left bottom. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that I’d taken the blade off and cut to the bare skin. In my panic, I then did the same on the right side. After the enormity of my mistake hit, I couldn’t stop laughing. He asked if I could at least even it off, but I was afraid to touch the razor again. I assured him no one was likely to notice. Of course, I was wrong. His colleagues suggested he sue his barber. This photo was taken five days later; his hair had grown in a lot, but you can still see how uneven it was.
The morning of the dinner-dance, we headed to the mall to see if a hair stylist could perform a miracle. James made me watch how she repaired the damage so I could learn from my mistake. Of course, he’s likely to hold the razor from here on so I can’t make this goof again. I was no longer embarrassed to be seen with him and we had a lovely time at the dinner-dance despite it being too cold to explore Madurodam in the dark.
Five nights before the company dinner-dance, I cut James’ hair. I usually start by using a #2 or #3 blade to get the back fairly short, then switch to scissors for the top, sides and front. Just as I was finishing up, I remembered that he thought I’d left the back a little long last time. So I grabbed the razor and cut a wide swath along the left bottom. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that I’d taken the blade off and cut to the bare skin. In my panic, I then did the same on the right side. After the enormity of my mistake hit, I couldn’t stop laughing. He asked if I could at least even it off, but I was afraid to touch the razor again. I assured him no one was likely to notice. Of course, I was wrong. His colleagues suggested he sue his barber. This photo was taken five days later; his hair had grown in a lot, but you can still see how uneven it was.
The morning of the dinner-dance, we headed to the mall to see if a hair stylist could perform a miracle. James made me watch how she repaired the damage so I could learn from my mistake. Of course, he’s likely to hold the razor from here on so I can’t make this goof again. I was no longer embarrassed to be seen with him and we had a lovely time at the dinner-dance despite it being too cold to explore Madurodam in the dark.
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