I am one month and two days away from my 30th birthday. For me, this is at the same time not a big deal but also bothersome (It's tough to explain, and I won't bore you with it). Given that, yesterday I went to my barber. I'm a barbershop kind of guy and I'm in tune with the culture of the barbershop. One thing that a lot of old men have done at the barbershop that younger men often times do not is to have their eyebrows trimmed. The damn things get a little bushy with age. As for me, I'm pretty happy with my eyebrows. They are pretty well defined and they aren't going wild on me. That is until this exchange:
Barber: (Turning me towards the mirror) How's that look?
Jib: Good.
Barber: Do you want me to get those eyebrows?
Jib: Wha?! No, that's quite alright.
Barber: M'kay. Suit yourself.
Jib: (sob)
Bastard. How dare he confront me with the truth! I'm thinking about changing my hairstyle to something radically difficult for him to do just to get even with him next time.
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