A new barber shop recently opened down the road from me, so I thought I'd give it a go. It was an interesting experience.
Communication was minimal, as the chap spoke very little English. This was good in that the usual unwanted conversation about holidays and stuff was not forthcoming, but it made it difficult for me to let him know what I wanted doing, or to ask him exactly what he thought he was doing. The haircut went well enough (there's really not much anyone can do with my hair at this stage) and I wasn't shocked when he gestured towards my eyebrows (I had been taken aback the first time I encountered this, though). What did surprise me was when he lit a small gas burner and proceeded, unannounced, to set fire to my ears! Well not quite, it was to singe away the ear hairs, I discovered. Having done all this, he turned on the tap in the basin and urged me towards it. Confused, I went to wash my hands before splashing my face. No, he wanted to wash my hair - something I would normally have expected to be done before it was cut. After this he began to massage my face with some stuff (something I had to put a stop to because I broke my nose a couple of weeks ago), before administering hot towels. This last was most enjoyable.
Now, perhaps I've led a sheltered tonsorial existence, but all of this seemed beyond the call for a £13 haircut, so I gave him £15 and left happy.
Communication was minimal, as the chap spoke very little English. This was good in that the usual unwanted conversation about holidays and stuff was not forthcoming, but it made it difficult for me to let him know what I wanted doing, or to ask him exactly what he thought he was doing. The haircut went well enough (there's really not much anyone can do with my hair at this stage) and I wasn't shocked when he gestured towards my eyebrows (I had been taken aback the first time I encountered this, though). What did surprise me was when he lit a small gas burner and proceeded, unannounced, to set fire to my ears! Well not quite, it was to singe away the ear hairs, I discovered. Having done all this, he turned on the tap in the basin and urged me towards it. Confused, I went to wash my hands before splashing my face. No, he wanted to wash my hair - something I would normally have expected to be done before it was cut. After this he began to massage my face with some stuff (something I had to put a stop to because I broke my nose a couple of weeks ago), before administering hot towels. This last was most enjoyable.
Now, perhaps I've led a sheltered tonsorial existence, but all of this seemed beyond the call for a £13 haircut, so I gave him £15 and left happy.
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