I’ve been holding this one back for a while but it’s been an issue since day one.
I’m looking at the calendar trying to remember which day this started. I think it was the first day that Jen’s company sent everyone home. March 11th? I think? It might have been the 13th but I’m not sure. Let’s go with that, Friday the 13th. It has a nice ring to it.
Everything was still open but the signs were showing that everything was about to shut down. Before I left for work I told Jen I was planning on making a couple of stops on the way home. As it turned out I didn’t make any of them. Everyone was worried, everyone was starting to react. I decided I would not add any extraneous contact with the outside world and instead of running my errands I went straight home to be with my family.
One of the errands on my list that night was a haircut. I was already a few weeks past needing one. It was getting shaggy and it was starting to bug me a little. Just a little. I was actually trying to be proactive and get it done a little earlier than I usually do. I didn’t go through with it though.
Now it’s April 2nd. Sweet Christmas, does Roberto need to get himself a haircut. Two words: Cousin Effing It. It’s long enough in the front that when I get out of the shower I can’t see. I’m not kidding about the Cousin It. I don’t just feel like him, I look like him. It’s beyond rigoddammeddiculous at this point.
I can honestly say that I spent a couple of minutes on ebay searching for Flowbees in a non-ironic fashion.