I went back to my usual guy today, don’t know if i’ve mentioned but he is a two and a half mile walk from where i live. But when i arrived outside there was a sign on the window saying he was on holidays for the week, I wouldn’t get a chance to go in again until next Wednesday and as i was in a fairly unkempt state i was determined to just get it done elsewhere.
There is a place around the corner from him where i had a bad experience before (Got a bad haircut off the owner, a right smart old cunt with a goatee and he wears sandals. I heard him joking with one of the other barbers there behind my back that he should charge me more on account of how much work there was with cutting my hair). So i didn’t want to please that cunt by going in there again and went down the road instead to another place that i hadn’t tried.
I looked in the window and there were two old women in there with scissors in their hands and a few old-timers waiting. As a matter of principle i don’t let women cut my hair so had to draw a line through that place too. I went back then and said i’d try the old cunt with the goatees place as he might not be there and there was a young fellow there one day who did a good job on my locks. Sure enough he wasn’t there so i went in and took a seat, before i even sat down the two barbers (one of which was the young fellow) on duty both finished their cuts. There was one lad ahead of me in the queue and i thought great, i might get the young fellow here, especially as he then proceeded to go out and have a fag leaving the other barber inside and the fella in front of me was up next. The other barber stayed over near the window writing down stuff and generally waving at passers by he knew. The young fellow came in after having his fag, he must have been gone three minutes and here we were waiting. The other fella sits down and i am lefting waiting for yerman to finish waving out the window. When he wasn’t finished waving within the next 20-30 seconds i got up and walked out as a matter of principle, knowing that the only other barbers i know of in the vicinity were two places very close to each other, but again a good 15min walk from where i was.
So i proceeded then to head over to the other two places. One of them i won’t go into as i used to go there when i moved over first and didn’t find yerman very good despite giving multiple chances. He is covered in tattoos as well which was putting me off. I had never been in the other place as anytime i looked in the place was empty and yerman in there was another of the sandal wearing brigade. I said i’d give him a chance as i’d be in and out in no time and was just getting a short back and sides. So i’m across the road now ready for the traffic to pass and i’m looking in. There is one fella in the chair and that is it. The door is wide open. I walk in the door and am about to sit down when he says “sorry you haven’t asked me if i can do you or if i have had my dinner yet”.
I was a bit taken aback at first and qucikly assumed he must be joking, that he was obviously nervous at the fact that he was getting an unexpected new customer and was trying to be affable but ended up making an awkward joke. But the punch-line wasn’t forthcoming and he was standing there waiting for my response. The gall of the cunt, his business is probably on its knees and this is his attitude. I wasn’t expecting a situation like this at all so didn’t have as sharp a comeback as he deserved. I says “well i saw the door wide open so foolishly presumed you were open for business”. He responds, with a face as if he was doing me a favour “take a seat and i’ll fit you in”. I says “No it’s alright, i’m going elsewhere.”
I had to make the long two and a half mile walk back to the house then with no haircut, and my long, unkempt hair blowing in the wind.