Another very short but sweet story.

On a Saturday Morning back in March, I had an appointment with my hairdresser, I've been going to him for my hair since the mid 1990s and I love to joke around with him a lot, we've become very close friends. I was sitting in the chair as he was teasing and played with my hair telling me what he needed to do to it. He then grabbed a nice amount of my hair and made a threat that he might slip with the scissor and cut my hair off as he did a…