Journey → Old Man Barber Shops
I love going to old man barber shops. The kind with a spinning barber’s pole. Oftentimes they have rustic chairs with age old leather. It’s all men in those kind of shops. No female stylists with their fancy hair, modern decor, and pictures of their kids on the wall. This is a place for guys.
Barber's Pole
Among the amenities that come with old man barber shops are head massagers, and invariably the hot shaving cream shave with the stainless steel blade. The latter is the best part. They put some shaving cream on your sideburns, around your ears, and the back of the your neck. Then they give a skin close shave to leave you looking 100% clean cut. Then out come the chemicals dated 1829 which splash on your neck and ooze into your hair. They turn you around and set you in front of the mirror and of course you say, “Looks great.”
Then you go home and at some point are forced to take a shower to remove the goop from your head. The first realization is that they barely cut any hair. It also turns out that the top is too long, the sides too short. A missing spot here or there. Perhaps grandpa cutting my hair wasn’t the best idea.
I love going to old man barber shops, but two weeks after every time I’ve gone I’m back in a regular old outfit. These consist of primarily Asian women, their sheer clippers, and keener eyesight. It’s not nearly the antiquated and fun experience as the fuddy duddy hair cutting fools with their spinning barber poles. But then, practicality beats having a good time at the barber. I’d rather look good when I leave.
