Grooming during the end-times

Getting a haircut during a pandemic, as it turns out, is weird as hell

I was lucky. I’d gotten a haircut just a few weeks before the apocalypse. I hadn’t been blessed with the gift of foresight. There was no premonition of a world filled with death and misery and shaggy manes. I’d just wanted to look good for a Valentine’s Day date. 

So when it was time to hunker down and get into fistfights over toilet paper, I was in dece…