When I first moved back to Indiana in 1998 I had a hell of a time finding a barber that wouldn't completely butcher my hair.
After maybe a year and a half of horrible haircuts given by perhaps a dozen different barbers I finally found a lady that cut it the way I wanted.
I told her then that at long as she could keep from butchering me she'd be the only person I would let cut my hair.
For nearly six years I've held to that promise, but lately I'm begun to question my resolve.
I'd guess that since March of this year, at least 50% of the trips I've made to my barber have been a complete waste of time.
She's been closed.
Today it happened again.
It's not like I'm showing up at the crack of dawn or on a holiday or right at closing time. I got there at 11:00 AM on a Friday. Every business in the world - except apparently my barber - is open at 11:00 AM on a Friday.
I really should have called first, but I didn't.
When you feel like you have to start calling businesses to see if they're open at 11:00 AM on a Friday it just may be time to find someone a little more consistent.
