I got a haircut today. My... uh... hairdresser? Geez, that doesn't sound like a person who cuts a man's hair. Barber? No, it's a chick and one who has more female customers than male ones. Stylist? Hmmm, I don't think I'm being styled if it only costs $18.00.
Anyway, near the end of the haircut, my hairtress asked me if I wanted my sideburns trimmed. That sounded fine.
She trimmed each one a bit and then worked on tidying up the rest of my head. I stared at my sideburns in the mirror and couldn't help noticing that the left one was a bit longer than the right one.
Me: Excuse me, I think the left one needs to be trimmed a bit more. It seems longer.
She put a finger at the bottom of each one and then examined me.
Hairtress: Well, I guess a little bit, ok.
She trimmed a nanometer of sideburn.
Me: Does that look right?
Hairtress: Yeah. I usually use my fingers to line it up.
Hairtress: I think that's more accurate than using ears as a guide.
I contemplated what she was saying, and/or not saying. It took a minute to sink in.
Me: Oh my god! My ears! They're not the same height! MY LEFT EAR IS HIGHER!
Hairtress: Well, uh, that's why I use my fingers.
Me: Good lord.
There's nothing like discovering a new physical defect.