|Unlike Alfalfa, I didn't have to |
grease mine to make it stick up
For years I had to tell the barber not to cut the hair on the crown of my head short or it would stick up. As I got into my 30s however, my instructions about leaving it long on the top seemed to cause my hair stylists some confusion. Then one day I gave my standard instruction to the old-fashioned GI barber I had gone to that day, about not cutting it too short on the top because of the cowlick. He just kind of stopped and you could see him trying to decide something in his head. Finally, he reached over and took a mirror off the counter, turned me to face the wall mirror and held the hand mirror up so I could see the back of my head.
"I don't think you need to worry about that cowlick anymore," he said. "I think it fell out."
I could see in the mirror, to my horror, that my Father's bald spot had broken out on top of my head. "Oh, well," I thought philosophically, "At least I won't have to wear Royal Crown hair grease on top of my head anymore." I never did like that stuff anyway.
I tried tying two pony tails, one on each side, the other day but it made me look like zombie Pippy Longstocking. The dog hid under the desk and Sheila threatened me with scissors.
Oh, well, que sera sera as Doris Day used to say. I bet Doris never had trouble with cowlicks.
© 2013 by Tom King