shit barber
I thought I’d had the worst haircut experience ever when the person cutting my hair started washing her car at the same time. Needless to say, I never went back. But a few days ago, that experience was topped in terms of sheer awfulness. I went around town looking for a barber—one place had its lights on but was locked, so I went to my usual Turkish barber, but decided against it since they tend to cut too much off. I remembered a friend mentioning a cheap barber around the corner, so I went there, took off my coat, and tried to explain what I wanted. We eventually got there, and off he went, but without an apron, so hair was falling all over me. Maybe he just expected me to take it home with me. He sprayed water on my hair, which dripped down my neck—it wasn’t even warm. he ordeal finally ended, but his card machine didn’t work, so I had to find a cash machine, get the money, and took it back to the shop. I hoped he didn’t think he deserved a tip, because the only tip I’d g...