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Barber shop
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After getting much needed sleep I woke up refreshed. Today I decided to change my hair style from side parking to no parking. Just combed my hair back. You see I have long hair. I had the side parking style since I was born.
I haven't visited the barber for about 3 months now. I don't go to saloons because I'm
a) not a metro sexual
b) it's cheaper at the Indian barber
c) Indian barber gives me a massage after the hair cut.
I have tried many Indian barber shops. The earliest I could remember was in Port Dickson. The barber was a Christian Indian man. His sons also into the business at the shop. Their house was located at the back of the house which I did not now until I went for tuition in their house.
The problem with Indian barbers is that they don't listen to you. They just cut some generic style even though you specifically said "not too short". The reason for this I guess is that their main customers are primary school Chinese student whose average hair length is 1.5cm. So when I say “not too short” it means “I’m going for police training cut my hair” to the barber.
Next I tried a Chinese shop. I usually go there together with a friend. This guy is ok but he does extra by cleaning people’s ears after giving them a shave. I never had a shave at his shop.
After that I moved back to the Christian Indian guy. His sons took over the shop. Female lingerie on the magazine rack. It always burns when I shower after having a hair cut there. No skill. Sometimes they even cut my ear. Accidentally of course. I didn’t take it seriously, AIDS awareness was low at that time.
Then I moved to my current place Klang and began hunting for a Indian barber. My dad introduced me to his barber when he was a kid. That guy was like 70 years old but with a steady hand. Living alone, he knows my grandfather and the whole family. He passed away after a couple of years.
After trying out other barber shops I settled down with one near my house. I had my first barber shave there. Now I know why they message your neck after a shave. There is only one competent guy there that listens to you before touching your hair. Big demand for him on weekends. The rest of the people there treat your hair like it's their playground. On one occasion because of my 7 years bad luck, I got the other guy, who went on to cut my ear. Accidentally of course!
Now I cut my hair myself.
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posted by Maran @ 1:55 AM
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