Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson for March 10, 2016

Of course he does, that’s how he manages to stay in business.

Yesterday it was toast, today bread. This could be a theme…

Money first

I have no fond memories of getting my hair cut as a child. Painful ordeals all.

My dad used to take my kids to the barber shop. It was a special time for them.

Mon and dad buy the butter and the bread you speak of. THEY make the rules.

My Father was in service and was the family haircutter. Military haircuts for the oldest boys. That lasted all the way through high school. You could refuse and go to the barber but you had better come back with an acceptable haircut or back to Dad’s chair. Looking back now we were a bit aggravated but it was his house and we all turned out very well. Sure do miss him.

Loved going to the barber! He had all the comic books Mom wouldn’t let me read: Superheroes, war, horror, etc.

My mother dragged me to her regular hairdresser, who probably charged five times as much as an Ordinary Barber would have. It’s why my wife has me cut her hair today — she refuses to pay $40 just to have an inch taken off the bottom.

The teacher would point out a hair cut, then at recess, the kids would beat you up. So I tried to make it all the way to Christmas break, then to Easter break, then to Summer.

Tomorrow, buns – and how tanned Calvin’s will be.

I’ve just flash backed to the first time I took my middle son to the barber. He asked for a haircut just like his grandfather’s. With a hole on the top. Of course now, he does have a haircut just like his grandfather’s. Without the expense of having to pay somebody to do it for him

Hair today gone tomorrow

Dad cut all the kids hair.. with a hand operated clipper. Never sat in a barbers chair till I joined the forces.. and got buzzed.

That’s why he had Hobbes cut his hair next time.

Been there, had it done to me. Many years ago, went to barber shop with older brother. He told the barber, the boy wants a GI cut, I have the money and if he gets a GI you don’t get paid.

I notice Calvin’s Mom addresses the barber with his first name, but the barber addresses her as “Ma’am.” Thus, Watterson avoids revealing her, and presumably Calvin’s, last name.

My grandfather was the town barber. Needless to say, we never paid for cuts. I do recall people paying a quarter for their haircuts.

Too late Calvin. Mom already gave the barber your haircut records.

He knows who controls the purse strings

Awww mom. Susie would have enjoyed tormenting him.

@paha siga:that wouldn’t work for me as I am very short sighted and have to take my glasses off for the haircut. Although I passed the physical in the army to get a gun and drive a tank. Go figure. Also since my army days I like my hair very short (buzzcut) since it annoys me when it starts getting into my ears.

First haircut at three.

Whoa! This explains some things…snerk

I started cutting my own hair several years ago and I’ve saved a bundle ever since! Of course the hat never comes off my head anymore.

@ LeadingEdge

I’m starting to get this picture of you as a bit of a hell raiser in your youth! Tell me it isn’t so!

My wife reminded me we were going to a wedding later in the day, so I thought I should get my hair cut just to look a bit more presentable. In all fairness, my hair wasn’t really long, it just needed a trim.

With my wife in the car, I decided to stop at my regular barber; it was a real “old fashioned barber shop”, and when I walked inside that Saturday morning, it was wall to wall men and boys. I didn’t want to wait that long for a cut, and certainly didn’t want my wife to have to sit in the car for a couple of hours, so I got back in the car to leave. I explained the problem, and my wife said, “Why don’t you go to Great Clips instead?”

Well, in all my life I never visited one of these chains, but thought to myself, why not, so we headed down the road to the mall with one of these operations! They weren’t very busy, and unlike my regular shop with two guys, this place must had a dozen or more “girls” ready and willing to cut my hair.

I get into the chair, and she asks me what number I was. I responded, “What number? I have no idea what you are talking about, I just want a regular haircut; actually just a trim!”

She tells me she needs to know what number I am so she can use the correct adapter on the electric clipper. I am thinking to myself, my dog clipper set has numbered adapters I use when trimming her hair, and told the gal again I have no idea what number adapter to use.

She gets done with my hair after about 15 minutes and now standing at the cash register says, “That’ll be $18.”

So I hand her a $20, and now she wants my phone number! I told her I’m not giving her a phone number and just give me my $2 change! Now she tells me she needs a phone number because she can’t run the cash register without a phone number!

At this I said I had to go and began walking towards the door. She shouts at me and says, “What about your $2 change?”

I respond, “Keep it… it’s obvious you need it more than me!”

The usual is “spiky.”

My wife didn’t like the job the barbers were doing on me, so I told her to do it. I haven’t been back to a barber for 29 years. You get better hair cuts when you sleep with the barber.

We have a barber!. Another appearance by a rare, non-regular character.

I hate taking time out to go to the barber to get my hair cut. But at age 67, I’m not complaining that I still have to go to the barber.

I haven’t had my hair cut since 2012.

It’s very long. In a couple of years, I’ll have longer hair than Rapunzel but I’m not going to use my hair for princes to climb up.

No men in my life.

xxx

Pink hair? You must like Anime then Calvin.

I’ve had my hair cut as often as Willy Nelson, but it never grows further than past the top of my shoulders.

Quote, my Parents, “You can get that wild stuff when you’re on your own and paying for it yourself!”

Don’t remember my first trips to the barber’s but I do remember going of my own—at about nine yrs old. Always thought I was such a ‘grown-up’ that I was allowed to do a ‘grown-up’ thing’ on my own. Little did I know, my Dad had had it all arranged—he knew all the barbers by first name and one was our next door neighbor !

Oh come on! They just started updating the site just when I was going to read another comic!

Oh come on! They just started updating the site just when I was going to read another comic!

Oh come on! They just started updating the site just when I was going to read another comic!