"I trust you!"
I say that often. I say it because I mean it. When I talk to someone at a retail store or a hardware store and I ask them a question or their opinion I tall them, "I trust you, you're the professional!"
So on my drive home last night I stop into the local Supercuts for a serious trim. My hair was long over due and frankly I just could not see spending the money on a hair cut when we were so broke.
Well I got called to the station rather quickly and they stylist asked, "How should I cut your hair?"
"I like it shorter on the sides and back but it's up to you. Sometimes I wear it forward, or to the side, and if I am feeling sassy I'll spike it up."
He laughed out of kindness, "What about messy? Do you like it messy?"
"Sure. Whatever. I trust you. You're the professional!"
I swear he clapped his hands and said "Yay."
He grabbed all these different razors and products, clipper guards and scissors and went to work.
I think he should have paid me. He ran his fingers in my hair over and over to get it messy but perfect if that is possible. He would look, and mess, and stare, and mess. So weird.
And here it is.
I do not think I will ever wear it like this again so I thought I would show you what his "vision" was.
As soon as I walked into the house my son said, "You hair looks thooooooper!"
Thanks kid. Now go to your room.