I hated to admit to my wife that I was so vain, but I wondered if she had ever thought about stuff like this, herself. She’s having a big get-together with her college friends sometime next year.
“Mary Ellen, are you planning your hair salon visits so they time out right for your 40th reunion?”
“Of course. I started scheduling appointments way in advance to make sure I could see Jenna about six days before the dinner. Now she plans to get married the very week of my make-over. She returns from her honeymoon the day before I leave. Who goes to a reunion with a 24-hour-old haircut?”
Did any of my male friends think about stuff like this? I called Bob to see if he could relate to this situation.
“Why are you asking me about this, Dick?”
“Because, Bob, you have held many high-power executive positions, oftentimes addressing huge audiences, so you had to look your best on those days. Why wouldn’t I ask you?”
“Because I am completely bald, that’s why.”
I’ve decided not to worry about this anymore. Only a narcissistic person would think he had to get a haircut exactly 10 days before leaving for a trip. Not only that, but I’ll be busy that week getting Botox injections.