I had my hair cut earlier today, something that got me thinking about haircuts and bad hair days and things like that. It also got me hunting for this photo of my mother from the early 70’s. If I’m not mistaken, she’s wearing a wig.
My worst haircut experience was in 6th grade. The barber cut my hair so short that I went to school the next day with a stocking hat on my head (a New York Rangers stocking cap, no less). At recess a kid in class wrestled the cap off of my head and started to laugh. I socked him in the face.
Really.
Then I ran.
Today’s Prompt: What’s your worst haircut story?









