Interesting things happen when you get your haircut. Sara cut my hair today. Then she showed me a video of her husband’s bird dancing while he performed an original rap tune. I encouraged her to put it on YouTube -not necessarily for the artistic quality as much as the novelty of a bird grooving to a wannabe Eminem.  This isn’t the first peculiar thing I’ve experienced at this particular place of business. And that’s why I keep going back. Somewhere between the magazines and the shampoo, a story will unfold.

They do have a lot of turnover at this establishment (I’ll protect the name for this post, but you can email me if you really need to know).However, the few old-timers make me feel at home. One loves to tell the story of the old lady from Zionsville who rear ended my car. She got out of her Lexus SUV and promptly told me it was my fault because my car (a PT Cruiser) was too low to the ground. The stylist was my witness for the police report. It’s a full service salon.

Another stylist is very proud to tell the other patrons that I’m on TV and she cuts my hair. It usually embarrasses me, because I’m not really on TV. I just do an interview here and there.

Sometimes, the stylist say very peculiar things. One told me that Ian Astbury, lead singer of The Cult, was in fact, Jim Morrison of the Doors reincarnated. Ironically, many years later, The Doors reunited and toured with who as their lead singer: Ian Astbury!

Sometimes, they make you feel good about life. One stylist told me how she taught her children to always put change in the Salvation Army kettles at Christmastime.

One stylist tried to convince me to color my hair brown recently. I forgot I once had brown hair. It reminded me that I promised my brother I would bleach my hair blond and spike it like Billy Idol if I sold 10,000 copies of Trolley Dodgers. We’re many thousand copies from that happening – and hundreds of hair cuts.

Carry on, Citizens!