Not Worth $14.00

I went to get a haircut today and this is how I felt inside.....

Before you freak out, my hair looks fine, that wasn't the problem. Whenever I get my haircut I always just go to one of those cheap chain places like Great Clips or Super Cuts I'm not too picky and the actual haircut always turns out good. The part I always dread about haircuts is trying to make conversation with the person cutting your hair. When I was younger and richer aka high school, I used to go to the same guy all the time and it was easy to make conversation because we knew each other but now I have to go random. I hate those awkward start up questions and then silence for the next five minutes while you try to think of the next question to ask. Today however I had the completely opposite problem and the awkwardness of haircutting reached an all new height. She never asked me any questions but just started talking. She talked about a really good conference she went to this morning, what she ate for lunch (spent 5 minutes talking about her double chocolate cupcake), how she had a hard time sleeping last night because her apartment was cold, her favorite kind of garments, and how her blind date last weekend was cute. Seriously?! All I could do was smile and nod. It was a good haircut but in the end I feel like I should have been paid for a therapy session instead of paying for the haircut. If only I could teach Trevin to cut my hair.....