If you haven't read Paul's entry "A Cut Above", I would highly recommend it before you read my perspective on the hair cut.
With little wings developing on his collar line, Paul was desperate for a hair cut before starting back to school on Tuesday. With really today as the only option, I dropped Paul off at this little
barber shop literally a 4 minute walk from our place. That was at 3:45 pm. I got
home, surfed the net, watched some news, had a snack. You know, the usual
things after a hard day at work. 5:30 hit and I was starting to worry. Perhaps the barber shop was closed again and Paul ended up walking to the plaza to get his hair cut. He was desperate because his hair was SO long ;). Possible, but almost 2 hours for that to happen?
At 6:00, I was trying to reason out
what had happened. Although everyone we've met has told us that our neighbourhood is safe, maybe they were lying. I envisioned Paul being mugged for his $20, beat up, or run over by a car. The latter is truly the most likely as we sometimes still look left when we should be looking right for oncoming traffic. Ok, one of us still does that her name is not Paul. At 6:30, I was planning a funeral and heading back to
Ontario. At 6:45, three hours from the drop off and in the dark of night, I was shakily looking up a fellow Canadian's number to see how I should
contact the police and report a murder when in walked Paul with a nice little new hair cut!!! A huge sigh of relief flooded over me.
cow - it literally took 3 hours to get a hair cut. So much for the 5 minute buzz in Picton.