Yesterday, I had my first store-bought haircut in 39 years.
Looking in the mirror I realized that I was overdue for a trim, but I didn't even know where to go get one. So I began a systematic barbershop-selection process: I walked into the first one I saw.
It was a very nice Vietnamese lady who charged me twenty bucks and even trimmed my eyebrows. The back of my neck is cold now, but I'll appreciate it when I'm in the Philippines in a couple weeks.
I may even do this again in a couple months.