My usual place charged me 15 notes yesterday (Sunday) - when it was always 13 for just a cut. Obviously 13 was a great figure for everyone as you always just tipped the 2 and left with a 5 - getting great value and the feel good factor of tipping.
I dont know if the 2 euro extra was because of Sunday trading or if it’s the regular price now - I still tipped the obligatory 2euro but felt a bit hard done with my paltry 3 euro change - not even enough for a small jambo juice smoothie in Douglas court.
The haircut itself was top notch as usual - 3 on the sides, tidied up top with slight comb over but more styled up than anything - I actually filter between both depending on my mood.
However, when i arrived in there were two in the chair getting done and two ahead of me in the queue. One guy finished within 5 minutes of me entering the premises which left a 7 / 8 year old kid ahead of me … the kid was glued to an expensive phone which I assumed belonged to a parent who had let the kid there and went off on their chores… When it was finally the kids turn the barber gave the standard half hearted next, expecting the next person to be aware and waiting to pounce … No movement from the kid. The barber gave a louder ‘next’ — no movement from the kid… the barber then walked over to within a foot of the kid and said ‘are you next’ — no movement from the kid… the barber then waved his hands between the phone and the kid’s eye-line and finally the kid looked up, threw the expensive phone on the couch and toddled over to the chair.
Near the end of the kid’s cut, with me next, his father walks in… all smiles and warmth towards the kid… a lovely scene really that I can appreciate a bit more these days … the father noticed the phone on the couch and says ’ i’d say that’s mine’ and scoop it up and not a word to the kid but goes back to stand next to him… finally the kid finishes and jumps down off the seat with both father and son happy with the cut - i’m gearing up to go when the father says, ‘we might as well swap’, to the son – you go sit down now … and the barber a bit surprised said, ‘oh, you’re getting a cut too?’ - when the father replied,’ I might as well seeing as I’m here’ …
Any cordial feelings I had towards the loving parent went quickly out the window – exactly where I felt like putting the father also — the fucker was gone nearly half an hour, clearly never stated he was getting a cut and decided last minute that he’d jump in despite there being a queue of people waiting … I was gearing up to voice an objection but the other barber was nearing the end and it wasn’t worth it, but fuckers that skip barber queues like that are despicable cunts – there’s a certain etiquette in the barbers that’s never voiced but we are all fully aware of …
I passed the father and son down the road after my own cut and the father was quizzing the son about the whereabouts of his ear phones … and they turned to head back to the barbers to look for them… I hope the son lost them.
Were they travellers? I was once third in a queue when a big traveller walked in and sat straight on the barbers chair instead of waiting his turn with three of us ahead of him, the two fellas beside me just looked down at their shoes like nothing happened. He got the haircut then and took a comb out of his pocket while still sat in the seat at the end and combed his hair for a minute with dandruff falling everywhere off his head. He then pulled a huge wad of notes out of his pocket with an elastic band around them to pay for the haircut. I’d steam coming out my ears at this stage as I watched on.
the phone wouldve been long gone as well
That was a great yarn, well told
Same as yourself you mean?
No I didn’t look down at my shoes I was watching what was happening with my mouth open.
It’s a terrific thread for folksy yarns and should be re-titled " Tales from the Chair ".
However there’s a sub-text bubbling away which reveals a set of lads quietly seething at some random slight experienced in the various shops. It’s a national malaise, we accept things we should rear the fuck up about.
It’s time we grew up a bit, told the tinker he’d have to cool the jets like everyone else, or else seek alternative arrangements. You’re actually assisting integration procedures with this.
Snowflakes
Up to the barber to tell the pikie cunt to get out of the chair and join the queue. I’d have walked out. I battered the fuck of a pikie once who was being a bully. The satisfaction was short lived as I spent a year watching my back as the family sought retribution. I have been reluctant to stand up to them since.
So your advice is to confront the barber/pikey, which would most likely lead to a fight with the pikey (which I’m guessing he’d most likely lose, badly) and in the unlikely event of him winning said fight your experience is he’ll probably be watching his back for a year? Win win right there
I didn’t offer advice. I said if it was me I’d have walked out if the barber hadn’t told the pikie to get out of the chair and join the queue.
What did you do?
He furiously typed out the above post for TFK on his phone.
I explained above, read up.
I’ve accidentally gotten a “fade” there due to a language breakdown. 21 Euro with a beard trim. Gave a tip. No travellers to report
did they trim each hair individually? fucking hell.
Standard enough in Dublin. You could pay a lot more if you wanted to