I went in for a haircut with the esteemed Elizabeth; I needed the hair out of my eyes for what we'll call a "sporting event" that weekend - obviously, because why else would I go to a place called "Sport Clips"?
But we had a predicament: it would seem that within the the opinion of others - my own mother included - that my appearance is more tolerable when my hair is of a longer length. Unfortunately, despite the shortcomings of my appearance with a more trimmed look, the issue remains of my own vision becoming obscured when my mane doth become longer than thine eyes. To the obviousness of the observer, this has potential to result in bad things happening to presumably good people. But then inversely, a short cut results in my own ugliness.
And as you could imagine, it was a quandary like no other.
Tensions were high, but they were soon cut - with great precision.
For Elizabeth, in her almighty knowing and professionalism - like an encyclopedia of hair styling knowledge - came up with a perfect solution that kept my hair and overall appearance within both realms: a happy compromise that would bring continued balance to the force and prevent possible ruptures in the space-time continuum.
The result? I came out a winner.
Oh, don't get me wrong, we still lost the game that weekend.
But the important thing is: I looked good doing it.
Unfortunately, this not-as-short trim will likely result in needing to revisit Elizabeth sooner than my usual 3+ month intervals - for which I apologize in advance. See you soon-ish! :)