Breaking in a new barber can be an interesting exercise, a follicle laden leap of faith. The one guy I’ve regularly gone to does one cut and one cut only. He does it very well, but I really didn’t need to sport the Auschwitz do with the weather getting colder. Also could have done without the franchise cut. I needed to get a cut for probably more than a week or so as I’ve had a couple of curls offering high fives to passers by. I didn’t to go the franchise route, and got back to my regular shop.
This time tried the other guy — should I worry that he had no hair. That is probably an omen. Never saw him actually work before. Told what I needed and he set at it, coming the bulk of my hair into a wave that made me look like the fat baby who couldn’t health care. That was a temporary measure while he went about his work. It took awhile, but he did well.
It just took a bit to be sure where we were going. Acid test is how easily it came together the next day.
I made some kind of misery induced wise crack and the woman in the next chair gave me the compliment in this posting’s title.