So Tony Soprano Cut My Hair...

I was never one that liked going to hair salons- just thinking about all that small talk I had to prepare for exhausted me. Which is exactly why I let my short hair grow into Lego-people-helmet-hair proportions. But a lady can't pull that off for too long, and so yesterday morning I slipped on my coat and walked down to the neighborhood salon. And here's a free tip for ya- never go anywhere during opening hour. Just think of the morning shift at a strip club...the scene ain't ever pretty. Which is why when I stepped through the door- the bell trilling behind me- out came Tony Soprano from the backroom, tying on his stylist apron. I mean, of course . ...