Infidelity and Hair

One of the great quandries of life is that one's relationship with one's barber has a certain sanctity to it that almost approaches that of marriage. I had considered going to get my haircut this week, but my usual barber is on vacation until next week. Given that it would just feel wrong to go to another barber shop, I have decided that in my upcoming trip to Miami I will be the "Bad Boy" physicist.

Expect hilarity to ensue.