The Haircut

I never knew a haircut could leave me completely traumatized.  I had had high expectations and now I was just hoping to not have a complete meltdown.  As I started my car, I started to hyperventilate.  How could I even go on with my life if I had problems going to the hairdresser?  I thought I had been obvious and clear when I said how I wanted my hair to look.  I had even taken a picture! 

I didn’t even want to look in the rearview mirror because I couldn’t bear to see what I had done.  How was I going to face the world when everything had gone so wrong?  The next phase of my plan would have to be completely reimagined.  I took a few deep breaths to try and steady my pounding heart as I began to visualize what would come next. 

I would have to rewrite and replan how I was going to win Barry back.  But before I could even plot my first move, he appeared out of nowhere and headed toward the beauty salon.  I blinked a few times to make sure I wasn’t imagining him.  But yes, here he was and there was his car and my hairdresser hustled out to meet him at the front door.  I now knew my new haircut had not been a mistake.  The two of them had been plotting against me, not knowing I was one step ahead.  I knew I didn’t have to change a thing. 


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