| haircuts I need a haircut. This weekend I avoided going to the local discount cutter or barber because I am tired of the "we just do not care" kind of haircuts I get from them. Sure, a 15 minute cute with only the clippers looks decent in comparison to the previous bird's nest of my head, but a week or more later it ends up looking weaver-bird-ish. I wish I could sneak home, like this guy did, and get a cut from my uncle. My uncle became a barber while I was in university. He has the typical CB career path where you took jobs you could find, jobs that paid but none that would ever lead anywhere. I was pretty oblivious then so the only one I remember is his truck driving stint via the newspaper company my dad worked for. But at some point he ended up in barbering school, as his new father in law owned a sucessful barbershop & salon. I called myself my uncle's head dummy, as I let him cut me exclusively while he went through school. While I was in uni in CB I only went to him and once I was in Halifax, I would only get my cuts when I visited home. There was a strange sense of peace associated with his cuts, an assumed fact that he would do as I like and do a great job, so I could just sit and relax. And he didn't ask me standard stupid barber questions, as he knew my life so conversation was casual. He also knew I was a quiet guy so he shut up when I he sensed I was not in the mood to talk. My head never had it better. I get about one good cut a year, the rest being annoyingly barely adequate. Luckily I pile on so much product these days, I can pretty much ignore the messes they do to my head. But I am tired of the product and the stickiness and the mess so this time I think I will have to pay money to get my head done. Let's the thatch roofing begin. July 16 07 |
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