Even when your hair is thinning like mine, you still have a window in which your latest haircut looks good--that point when it straddles the delicate boundary between being as short as the cropped pate of a ‘50s folk singer and the ugly, tangled mess of neglected pattern baldness (think David Letterman).  Today I had that window.  But because my hair is thinning, I only had today.  And furthermore, it looked absolutely perfect for only ten minutes--between 2:15 and 2:25 Pacific Time, if you want to know.

That was a great ten minutes.  I excused myself from my meeting and went to walk around the building.  I knew I looked good, and the world knew it too.  Women fell at my feet.  Men nodded approvingly.  I received compliments and wedding proposals.  My arms were sore from catching all the flying pieces of lingerie.

But then it turned 2:26 and everything changed.  A sales admin handed me the excel spreadsheet I needed, and her look said it all: For God’s sake, just shave the rest of it off.  You might as well try to look Vin Diesel, as opposed to Dick Van Patten.