I sleep with my barber! She has been cutting my hair for years. Unless she has had more than two glasses of wine then she is not allowed to operate powered equipment like hair shears, ask me how I know!
Good morning c\_/ . I have a tail about recent at home hair cutting. I've routinely brought out the clipper kit and old towel with a hole in the center. I put on the #4 attachment, plug it in, ready to go.
The fiasco begins with my 36 yr old junior living here. He uses my tools and things, rarely puts anything back where he got it. He wasn't home when I was rady for a haircut. It wasn't where its supposed to be stored. He will stand out in the backyard to cut his own hair (no sweeping up the clipping) so I figured it was left in the basement. There is so much stuff down there that one can look at a thing and not see it. I didn't find the clipper. So I call him, "Where the hell is my hair clipper? and why can't you put chit back where it belongs?" He says, "Straight back from the roll up door, on top of the tote with yellow top". Back to the basement to look again. I found the plastic box with comb and several attachments but no clipper, one attachment MIA. "DAMNIT" back to my phone and call his *** again. He says, "oh yeah, it wasn't working right so I had it over at end of workbench, plugged into that outlet". I hung on him. During my 3rd trip to the basement I recalled, a few days earlier he told me he was going to get a professional haircut for a change. Be back shortly.
Found the clipper. Brought it back up to where the heat is, took out 2 screws, snapped a pick of the clippings in it. Sent on wifes Facebook messager, "Clean the thing out once in a while.
Now the good part. The box with attachment is in one place, the clipper is in another. I move a kitchen chair out into middle of floor, Put towel over my head, and "OK hun". Wife steps up behind me, makes one pass up the back and over top of my head. Good size wad of clipping falls in my lap. I say, "It's working good now" She makes a 2nd pass. As another wad of clippings falls in my lap, she turns clipper of and says, "OH my God. We didn't put the thingy on it". My hair is growing back.
Next morning I asked jr., "If my car broke down, would you just leave it on the roadside somewhere and hop in a Uber? Please stop rocking my world".
