I have not had my hair cut since January 20.
That’s 130 days ago.
A long time.
Playing a logistical game of cat and mouse, I reasoned that a Friday afternoon, after a week of Island barber shops being open, would mean a lighter line at Ray’s Place.
I was right: there was nobody was waiting outside when I arrived. Or at least until I was steps away, when the universe intervened in my luck and saw two men arrive just before me.
I’m currently standing on Social Distancing Sticker № 3 in the chair-free waiting room. I should be having my hair cut in less than 15 minutes. I’m very excited.
Postscript: it was 10 minutes; Rhonda cut my hair with enthusiasm, same as it ever was. Feels great.