Wow man. I need a haircut but there's no light at the end of that tunnel. The town barber's sensibilities have been hobbled by an ugly divorce and it's unbearable to be trapped in that chair while he internally weeps and rages with a razor just inches away from your neck. Every guy in town is looking pretty 1970's-ish. I was going to go down to the grange hall (?) and suggest we have a fundraiser to get him some counseling or a hooker or something. I swear to Christ, there's nothing more pathetic than a guy that's been dumped. And he's bald, which has to be tough on him listening to people complaining about having too much hair all day.