This day’s been looming. You’ve seen it on the calendar and always felt it was down the road. But all roads finally come to an end. You’ve got to face your appointment today.
It’s not something you relish. The check-in at reception, the waiting you’ll have to do, even though you arrived early. The tired magazines and the piped-in music…
Names are being called, and the people around you leave their seats one by one. Your turn will come. You hear a snatch of conversation. Was it something about dying? Or avoiding dying? Whoa. Not something you want to think about.
You muse about a time when you were a kid and the family poodle had to go to the veterinarian. In the parking lot, your poor dog would start to shake. The gloomy look in his eyes is probably similar to the one in your eyes at this moment.
Ah, well. Be brave, man. Your appointment can’t be avoided. Everyone deals with this fact of life. It’s generally painless, and in a few days you’ll forget you were ever here.
Wait. Is that your name being called? Yes! You drop the magazine. You’re up. The distinctive smells of the place are sharper now as you move away from the waiting area. They bring back memories of previous visits that didn’t always turn out with happy results.
But, this time it’ll be fine. You’re not here for anything major. It should all be over in a half-hour. A bright voice is suddenly directed your way. You know that voice, and you know what she’s going to say.
“Hi there, ready for your haircut?”