While
driving from one destination to another in Hawaii with no planned itinerary, we
saw a sign on the side of the road: "Chérie's Beachside Haircuts". "You need a haircut!" I
squealed. "Do it here! Do it here!" Nothing excites me more than encouraging my
husband to get a haircut in a shaggy little hut by the side of a dusty road. Dave is used to $4 buzz cuts from Chinatown so how bad can this be?
