honesty and tact is a balancing act

Over the weekend I got my hair cut--a much-needed, long overdue haircut. My intention was to color my hair before I got to the salon. A couple of years ago I started coloring my hair to save money and like it to appear that I'm on top of it on those rare occasions when I actually get a cut. I also find it's a lot easier to complain about a color that I don't like when I pay $6 or $8 for it than $60 or $80 at the salon!


Of course, I procrastinated life got in the way and I didn't get my color done before I went for a cut. I've been going to this guy for years long before I needed color so he knows my hair. Sometimes there's a communication problem like this time...he cut, I said the length is fine--thanks, he said it needed some layering and a few minutes and three inches shorter later, I walked out. Whatever, it's hair it will grow, right? And really who cares that I know look like a mom on a 1960s sitcom, you know, other than me?


So I get home and this is the conversation with Bug:


Me: What do you think of my hair?
Bug: Gray


I'm thinking if he continues with this honesty he won't have many second dates in the years to come.