Today, we took the subway again but, interestingly enough, the south-bound train this time. Initially, it took me by surprise but then a dreadful thought came to me: it’s a haircut day! That must be it, I thought, as we came to a stop in the station by the groomer. I can take the haircut just fine, but the thing is that first they give you a shower, and then another one once they’re done! And showers I hate… My heart was beating hard in nervous anticipation. The doors opened. We sat still. The doors closed. Once we moved along, I could finally calm down and relax—no haircut today.
