Amateur Haircut

Well it started off in the way many of my misadventures do. A little tinkering leading to ultimate disaster. Usually its the computer, tinkering with files and programs with complete lack of knowledge and patience. A shut down, a re-boot. Me at the computer store buying a new program. Finally reformatting my computer. Or disassembling an appliance or part of my car only to realize I've gone to far and it's broken. Professional help needed. I know I'm prone to this. It's probably just me. Anyway, I know this, and I try not to tinker beyond my skillset. Anyway, last week I was in need of a haircut. I had not made an appointment, and figured a little trim of my sideburns and around the ears could get me by for a while. A little over a year ago I bought a professional electric razor. With impending baldness, this was not an unreasonable purchase. I don't think my father's been to the barber in over 30 years. His trusty clippers keep the back and sides in check. I should have realized I was playing with fire thinking back on the punk haircuts my brothers had given each other in high school. In any event, these tools of the trade should only be used by the professionals. A little here, a little there. I realize now it was the ear taper comb that did me in. I'm not sure if it was high or if it was tight, but it was definitely wrong. At this point I knew enough to immediately stop and seek professional help. Professional help at 4 pm on Sunday = Great Clips. The hair technician immediately identified a problem. "Who cut your hair?" "Some idiot ...uh, I mean me. Please help." Luckily, she was a professional and was able to salvage my botched attempt. I used to get my hair cut pretty short in the summers. Well summer has arrived early my friends. For the record, Erica made me agree to retire the clippers and stick to fancy salons henceforth.