I was coerced this evening into leaving the safe glow of my computer and venturing out into the world. I was told the mission was vital and I would not be allowed to relax until it was completed. That's right! I needed to go get a hair cut.. and possibly some new sneakers.
Attempt #1
I decided that Zellers would be the closest and therefore most convenient option so off we went. Unfortunately, I forgot that Zellers has diminished somewhat in the shadow of the Walmarts and with not really having an abundance of untrimmed customers, they close the hair shop early.
Attempt #2
So it was off to one of the aforementioned Walmarts. We cut through the ever-present bustle only to find out that the teenagers working there think that "Hours of Operation" means "When We Clock In and Out" so at 6:45, they already had the gate closed and were countin' de monies. Foiled again.
Attempt #3
At this point I turned to Cindy and asked her if the Mayflower mall had any shops whose only business was cutting hair. She said there were two! I liked those odds.
As we pulled into the parking lot I was a bit distracted to see the main entrance area populated by fire trucks. As we got closer, I realized that the streams of people that are normally filing in and out of the doors were merely milling aimlessly about. That's when I realized the mall was being evacuated. Sigh!
Although I have no love for baseball I must admit that "three" is an incredibly reasonable number for things that should indicate that you should just give up, go home and try some other time when the universe isn't looking.
I am so getting a Flowbee this Christmas.
