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I went to the Cheesecake Factory for lunch today with my Dad and my sister. I must say, if you find yourself near one, the cream of chicken soup and/or BBQ ranch chicken salad are difficult to beat...but that's beside the point.

I've been on a mission all week -- a mission that has failed over and over. I need a haircut, and I was determined to get one all week, but no such luck. "But Brian," you ask,"what is so difficult about getting a haircut?". A fair question. For a few years, I was cutting my own hair. I had long hair at the time, so it didn't require too much maintenance, just a trim here and there. When I proudly announced to my family that I had been cutting my own hair for several years -- a real "this is how awesome I am" moment -- my Mom said something along the lines of "Yeah, we could tell."

Anyway, once I went back to a shorter style, I decided that I'd have to commit to a particular establishment in the area that I could count on to keep my hair from giving that I cut this myself in the bathroom mirror look. I settled upon Hair's Karen, a fixture in the nearby West Medford Square, which was key for the year that I went without a car.

I continued going there even after moving over to Malden this summer, but lately I could not manage to get an appointment. I figure that normal people probably just call a week ahead of time, set an appointment, and that's that. I can't be bothered to set an appointment for much more than an hour in the future, which worked out until a few weeks ago, when Hair's Karen was steadily booked.

It seems that the hair in the back of my head grows faster than the top, which was starting to become problematic. Last Sunday, I knew that an unintentional Mullet was beginning to take shape on my head. I called Hair's Karen on the way back from work on Monday, but they said that they were booked for the rest of the night. The next day, I forgot about the Mullet situation altogether, sending me into panic mode on Wednesday.

It was time to shift allegiances and find a new place that would cut my hair. Upon searching online, I found that Hair's Karen was not isolated in their love for puns. It turns out they were part of a movement including Hair We Are, Hair and There, Hair It Goes Electrolysis, and Always Hair for You -- all of which are salons within a 5 mile radius of my condo. After being turned away just one more time from Hair's Karen, I headed to Davis Square, where I tried the decidedly punless Mario's Salon. As it turns out, you don't have to love puns to cut hair, because this is a premium haircut I'm sporting today. Farewell Karen and Company. I promise, it's not you...it's me.

If your looking to waste time, this game seems to do the trick. My record is 22 seconds.
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