It’s so cold outside.
I sat on the bench outside my favorite haircut place for about 10 minutes and kinda got “lost” in my own thoughts. But, something snapped me out of it.
The cold.
My hands were freezing.
The awesome lady who cuts my hair finally showed up (she wasn’t late, I was early… and her first appointment of the day).
How awesome is she?
Well, for one thing, she’ll fetch ye a beer if ye want one during your cut (you know, in case the conversation ain’t goin’ anywhere). She don’t make sammiches (yet), but I’m working on that.
For secondly, she’s one of maybe a handful of gals in the city who cuts hair using a straight razor.
I call her Laura Scissorhands.
I dunno if you’ve ever handled a straight razor (or been on the receiving end of a straight razor shave), but it takes serious chops to wield those suckers.
Why does she do this?
Because it results in a precision cut.
Sure, she uses scissors, but she mostly uses the flat blade for most of the fine detail work (who knew there was detail work on a haircut?).
Now, if you looked at the mop on my head, you might not be able to tell the difference.
So, why pay for the difference?
Precisely because you can’t tell.
When my hair grows in, it grows in evenly. I don’t need haircuts more than every 5 weeks (and my hair grows FAST). Hair has good texture but more importantly…
The way she cuts my hair… she “permanently” styles it for me so I don’t have to (no hair goop, no man-grooming).
I like that because it doesn’t get in the way of my life and the things I enjoy doing.
It’s “invisible,” just like a good insurance plan.
You know, I find it amusing when an investment advisor tells their flock of seagulls about how “they ran the numbers” and their investments beat out my insurance plan, hands down.
Oh?
That’s weird.
My plans are “invisible” to a good investment plan.
How could they be better?
It’s like saying my ice cream is better than yours… when you’re the cone that sits underneath the scoops.
Fact is, I have yet to come across a situation in my 12 years of doing this where someone would have been better off (and by better off I mean have less moolah) without my custom insurance plan than with it.
When someone says their plan beats mine… or so-and-so says life insurance is a terrible investment… it’s a dead giveaway they know absolutely nothing about what me and my minions in the back room do over here.
Anyway, if you don’t want to be part of that flock, hop on the email list and get your righteous self some serious tutelage… stuff I never reveal on the blog.