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Hates!
I hate having my haircut - I hate it with an absolute passion: I hate the fact that I have to pay for it, and I hate the fact that they ask me if I'm at work today when I'm sitting there in a suit.
In fact, I hate every aspect of the entire experience.
I've now taken to cutting my own hair with the kitchen scissors - which is sending the other half bananas - on the basis that I can always disguise any major mistakes with wax or gel - so far I've done OK.
So, what do you guys hate with a passion and what lengths do you go to to avoid doing it.
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For more on marking an answer as the "Best Answer", please visit our FAQ.Change your barber. Go to a 'unisex' place where the staff are pleasant to look at as well as talk to, where they make you coffee and have intelligent conversation. I used to go to one that would fit "If Carlsberg did a hairdressers.........." - really. Why don't you go to one and ask for a Brynner. Then if you still don't like it, you need never go again. It'll just take longer to have a shave.
What I hate - shopping, injustice, interference on videos, disrespect, machines that don't work, lack of consideration for others, liver & kidney, advertisements that claim to be doing you a favour, condescension from the TV, condensation on the shaving mirror, but most of all out of everything in the whole wide world, what I hate most of all is shaving - ********** ******* ******* SHAVING!!!!!"! (I saved AB Ed the bother).......is that enough?
Flanker & Bonzo: I too hate having my hair cut. I last went to the barber's in I think 1973. I remember it cost 40p. My hair is very frizzy and they didn't really know what to do with it, so eventually I decided I couldn't do a worse job than them and I've cut it myself ever since. Except for about five years when I stopped altogether and became extremely fuzzy rather than a bit frizzy.
Now I use one of those clippers with a plastic comb thing which regulates the length to about half an inch. Once I forgot the comb for a moment, mowed a stripe and ended up having to crop it all to the skull.
And I've even got out of buying shoes. It goes like this: Every six months or so I walk into the farm supplies shop, ask for work-boots size 13, pay �20, walk out. Lovely. I have two pairs on the go, the newer of which can be polished if necessary (it never is). Wellies in winter, and otherwise I wear bare feet when I can.
Merlin -- why not live up to your name and grow a beard? I've never shaved as I know I'd hate that too and I can't see the point anyway. (All assuming of course you're talking about facial hair...?)
What I can't understand is men who have full beards but still shave under their chins every morning. Why? All the fuss, just to look, shall we say, odd? Though I did know a chap whose black beard came so far up his cheeks he had to shave a patch under each eye so as not to frighten the horses (and I think to see out).
I hate paying bills, and figuring out where we're at with the finances. I hate thinking about money. It's terrible, because life would be so much easier if I wasn't so disturbed by thinking about money, but it's really my one household thing that I cannot stand.
I also hate wearing closed shoes - I much prefer sandals, even in the winter (okay, not in the snow, but I don't live in a snowy place right now so I can get away with it).