Why do I always remember to get my hair cut at midnight…when it’s absolutely impossible to get one’s hair cut?
But hey…I live in LA! Surely if I got in a car right now I could find one place in this city where I could get a haircut at midnight…right? Isn’t that the supposed advantage to living in a huge metropolis? You can see a play, have a churro, get fitted for a suit, drop off your microwave oven for repair, and go shopping for Tofurkey…and all at 2 AM, right? I seem to remember those being the big selling points in the big-city-livin’ brochure.
So why not midnight haircuts?
Where is the justice for forgetful dudes with hair that currently looks like George Clinton?? Where is the justice, I ask you??