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This is where my desire for thrift and my desire for happiness end their coexistence and come careening in on each other in a miserably hairy collision.

I do not like cutting hair. No, not one bit. You'd think I'd get used to it, because I cut PTB's thick hair, Nolan's hair as he wiggles around complaining, Gerret's curly, uncontrolable hair, and my own hair, upside down. Instead of becoming accustomed or accepting, I seem to loathe the job more and more every time I perform it.