Lucky my internet is too slow to upload photos, I think I may have just given myself the worst haircut I ever. HAHA. This is what i get for working without my three way mirror on Allen Street. The story of the clippers is a good one though.

It started with a conversation over Italian food lunch. I told Jack I needed to buy a set of hair clippers to cut my hair. Everyone seemed to be in disbelief that I do it myself, which I always do. We went into a local Turkish house hold goods shop. There were two women with at least twelve kids running around. They were all so excited to see us. Two tall, obviously non Belgian, men. I described what was in need of by making the “bzzzzzzzz” noise and moving my hand along my head. Two ten-ish year old girls eagerly grabbed me by the hand and led me to the back. One came back quickly and presented my options. I said “Which one do I take???” The younger looking one confidently responded with, “Kalorik is the best!” She handed me the Kalorik brand clippers and proceeded to tell me the price, take my money, and give me proper change. I rounded up Jack who was being shown clocks in another aisle. I expressed my gratitude and told the women they had beautiful families. Good experience. The Kalorik did the job a little too well though, things should be normal looking in about 11 days. Until then I have a new mesh hat that I am wearing around, as well as my trusty Sram Red hat that I normally wear when I ride (rather than wearing my helmet).