I knew it was a mistake.
I had decided to re-read the last two Harry Potter books before the movie and novel come out this summer. As usual, I carried my current reading material with me to lunch, which, today, included a stop at my barber.
She scowled. There were no pithy sayings or home-grown wisdom this time, just a scowl.
My hair is now shorter than it has ever been, but, fortunately, with no gaps or gashes that I can detect. Either she decided to really clean me up, or she doesn’t want me back for awhile.