Haircut

Since my hair was getting a bit shaggy (very similar to Radovan Karadzic's mop below), I decided to get a haircut at my local barbershop. No one is getting the John Edwards $400 haircut here for a measly $15, but I still expect quality from this place. While I sitting in the barber chair, a man walked in and handed the woman cutting my hair a few crumbled dollar bills to "wash his hair" since he was apparently going out of town the next day and wanted to look good. I don't know if that is code for something wildly inappropriate for a family website like Blogengood, but something definitely seemed sketchy. They went into a back room for a few minutes in the middle of my haircut. I was stunned. She returned a two minutes later and continued cutting my hair while the man said thank you and walked out with a smug look on his face. The imagination runs wild with the possibilities of what went on between the two. This incident was the first of two that knocked her tip down a few bucks.

When I think of haircut, I think of the sound of snips and clumps of hair falling to the floor. This woman took about a quarter of an inch off my hair all the while running a comb through it and simply parting in different ways. She turned me around to admire her handy work in the handheld mirror. Simply put, she ran a comb through my hair for 15 minutes and took a quarter of an inch off. That is not a haircut, so I knocked her tip down another dollar.


Luckily she followed my request to take another inch or two off, so everything turned out well in the end. Even though the haircut doesn't look half bad (I gave the shooter to the mirror this morning, so you know it can't be that bad), it's hard to overlook the sketchy man paying to wash his hair and the woman simply running the comb through my hair. That said, I think I would go back.