His teammate cuts his hair
Took the wee lad to the barbers yesterday. All young lassies working there and it’s pot luck who you get. There’s one who’s dead average, one who’d make you think about setting your head on fire and one who’d melt your socks.
It was a nervous wait but I had options- dead average said who’s next and I let the young lad take the bullet. The gamble paid off.
13 British pounds for both of us, I gave them 20 and considered it a bargain.
I hate getting my haircut mainly due to waiting times and dodgy barbers. I usually get into town first thing on a Saturday morning to get it done.
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Casablanca on Oliver Plunket St. Pint in the Welcome inn after
I left the barber shop last Wednesday with a cut on my neck and a tissue up against it to stem the blood flow. A Halloween massacre.
I usually toddle over around 11.45am to beat the lunchtime queue. All barbers were at work upon my arrival but there was nobody else waiting. One other chap arrived then and two barbers finished almost simultaneously, a good fella who’s been there for years and a new lad.
I could have done the “I’ll wait for him” type thing when the new lad was first to sort out payment with the departing customer and sweep up a bit. But I didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings.
It was a shoddy affair. There was a general lack of care and attention to detail. Scrambling around to borrow blades and other pieces of equipment from other workstations. Harshly shunting my head from side to side and cutting with an unnecessary level of aggression.
I noticed that a crucial bottle of ointment / gel / liquid was near empty and he was draining the last of it. It’s the ointment that they wipe around your locks, back of the neck, hair and beard line (if you have a beard) before smoothing off and straightening out those parts with the cut throat. Yer man filled the bottle again with tap water, rubbed it around those parts and started butchering away at me.
It was sore as fuck but, of course, I didn’t say anything. He moved onto the beard trim and was similarly taking chunks out of me when I noticed my neck was bleeding. Then he started saying “no, no, sorry, sorry, no, beard trim, blood, no, no” and making the universal hands up to apologise gesture. It seemed he didn’t have much English. Then he was chatting to one of the other competent barbers and produced some cream which kind of slowed the bleeding and he finished the hair cut.
I got the hot towel at the end to wipe away hairs along with blood from my neck and yer man was saying sorry. I went up to the cash register and he was saying “beard trim, no, no, no” so I presumed there would be no charge for that aspect. So he tapped at the register and input for a standard dry cut and then tapped again for a beard trim! €17 + €10 = €27.
I was a bit startled but regained my composure enough to consider complaining. But then I looked around and saw a queue had formed and people were watching the general commotion of bloody towels, pigeon English, barbers muttering to each other and me standing there with a tissue held against my bloody neck.
So I bottled it and paid €27 by debit card. I didn’t tip.
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I frequent a Polish place in Douglas only … the Turkish place on Oliver Plunkett St is a grand spot - went there for a few cuts when I first moved down. Karizma or something like that.
I sympathize with your situation. It’s very hard to complain in a barbers. You’re on the spot under extreme pressure, to pay and move on and not delay the next person in line, and on top of that you will often only notice certain issues after you’ve left. Do barbers know this and rely on it? I remember being in a very busy barbers in Dublin a few months ago and only noticing afterwards two very bad problems with my haircut. I had suspected something was wrong but the young fella had been talking away to me about hurling as he was a relation of the O’Briens in Patrickswell and I didn’t want to cause a scene. I emailed them subsequently and the owner got back promptly asking for pictures. I was very impressed with the customer service and responsed with pictures of the offending tufts of hair sticking out the side of my head. He never replied then.
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you emailed the barbers 
were you on your fucking period you little cunt?
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Jesus that must have been one shit haircut that you went to the trouble of taking pictures & emailing them.
To be fair though sounded like a disaster of a cut.
That’s an appalling state of affairs. Most of us have accepted being treated with contempt at some point, but there’s a line.
It’s one hour until you’ve let a day pass. I wouldn’t let the matter rest.
You wouldn’t accept a few drips and thumb marks from your painter, yet you let this eejit run amok with a cutthroat razor.
The man screwed you, and, as you pointed out, he didn’t even have the courtesy to lube you up.
(I noticed that you had 5 likes for your post. Then 4. The enormity of the situation dawned on someone.)
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Great to see a go getter go out a get them. The self hating Irish would be too full of shame to follow up something like that in real life – they’d just come on TFK and moan about it while drinking whiskey on a Friday night.
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27 quid for a dry cut and beard trim?? You were mugged off in every way possible there @Bandage 
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You have the most useless cunts in the world on here.
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I had a step at the back of my head like something from the 90s and a big tuft at the left side of my head sticking out where he had neglected to continue cutting in a line.
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Who liked the post initially and then removed the like?
Own up, you little bollix.
What would you do, ring them?
Willie will sort them out with the 32 spanner
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Don’t know. But that’s not what you should be worrying about.
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