Haircut

My hubby got a haircut yesterday and it's a coincidence that the barber I used last time is the same person who handled him. It's not a big deal, anyway, but at least she did a good a job for us. Still, he complained that she cut a huge patch out of the left side of his head. "She made a technical error," he said. "Now I look like I cut it myself!" After that he went directly to the university. He got hired as an English professor at a second school; but before he can start this job, he's obligated to do three more weeks of presentations. It may sound funny, but that's the rule. He accepted the offer because the school is very close to us. In fact, it's just a two-minute walk from our apartment. And that's the big advantage for him, especially since neither of us drives. He really doesn't like to drive because of his eyesight. And I'm not interested yet in learning to drive since we live in the city and are very close to everything we need. Maybe if we move to another place then I'll be eager to learn how to drive a car. My husband says cars are supremely romantic places, and he loves it when we're in the back seat of a limousine or taxicab together. We really are a very compatible couple. "I'm glad I don't drive," he says. "This way, we can sit together and I can concentrate on you instead of the road."