Bad Haircuts
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Happier memories What is it about NEEDING a great haircut before a long trip that dooms one to a bad one? Is it always Murphy’s Law that you’ll get a terrible one that makes you whine endlessly before departure? I’d been planning to move on from Bobby—he who won’t shut up—but my decision was sealed. I didn’t ask for much when I saw him but he delivered even less.