I biked back to my old neighborhood to see my barber. We've been together about a year; when I find one I like, I stick with them until one of us moves. I sat for a few moments waiting for her to finish up with the person before me, and then when she dusted off the chair, she looked at me and said, "Your turn Jeremy." 'Jeremy' sounds a bit like 'Rocky' on the phone, so I assume the person who took down my appointment wrote my name incorrectly. I didn't correct her, but sat down and she said, "Same thing as last time?" I decided to see how 'Jeremy' gets his hair done, so I said, "Okay, but a bit longer," just in case Jeremy likes it buzzed. Turns out Jeremy prefers a bit of a mini-mullet. I'm trying to embrace my new look, but might be trying to find a new barber closer to home next time around.