scared in the chair

chris got a haircut today so he is sharp and clean cut for his university of utah interview tomorrow. when he got home, he complained to me that he hates it when the stylist leaves a "racing stripe" {i didn't know what that was either, but it's a shaved space in between the ear and hair, apparently it's not cool}. i thought this was funny because whenever i complain about something i have control over {like a haircut or color job at the salon} chris always scolds me for not voicing my opinion and really getting what i want. when i returned this little piece of criticism back at him by telling him he should have told the woman cutting his hair he didn't want "racing stripes", he looked at me and said, "i get scared when i'm in the chair". i laughed out loud, but realized that i'm the exact same way. the reason i never say anything is because i'm too frightened. i feel like they're the stylist and they know what they're doing. it's almost like he who has the scissors has the power. weird but totally true.