You Know Its Hot When.....

Imagine yourself under the baking sun in the middle of the desert, it is 105 degrees F (34 c), you are sweating wrapped in a sheet of dark plastic. Your nose starts to itch, but your hands are tied behind your back. You feel the sweat slowly dripping down your spine.

Hell you ask? No, not at all. Just a regular trip to the barber for a summer haircut.

Gosh, I can not stand summer haircuts. Sitting in a barber chair, in an unconditioned room, under a sheet of heavy plastic. What on earth could be worse.

You know its bad when the haircut is over and the barber is trying to brush the hair off of the back of your neck, and he instead insists you go home and take a shower. I just bought myself another 6-8 weeks. Probably bad timing though, That will put my next haircut smack dab in the August. By far the hottest month in Europe by my measurements.