Tom, there was beer, I just don't remember if the photo was before or after!
The Unintentional Crew Cut (great name for a band, btw):
A month or so ago I got my hair cut a little shorter and got rid of the part. It took me a couple of weeks to get used to it, but I was beginning to like it and wanted it trimmed before vacation. I go to the same barber, we talk about how I got it cut different that last time and that I just wanted a trim to neaten it up. Well, evidently, he
didn't remember because he put a comb attachment/clipper guard/whatever you call it on his hair clipper and swiped it down the side of my head to get started. I immediately knew it was much shorter than the other cut he gave me, but it was also immediately apparent that there was no going back, so I never said anything and just let him keep going.
That my friends, is the exciting story of The Unintentional Crew Cut. Telling the story to your children on Christmas Eve will likely become tradition in your family through the years, so feel free to bookmark this post to reference.
