howie’s halfpipe

I went to get my haircut just before. I like having the habit of always going to the same place, been going there for years and years. Today that habit didn’t seem quite so comfortable.
I walked in and there was no one waiting so this big dud came over and said ok sit down.
So I went and sat in the chair and he asked me what I want. “I said short back and sides like a number 3”

Now that bit was all fine it wasn’t until he began that it became uncomfortable. I’m telling you this guy is some gangster from the hood. Most hairdressers use scissors to cut hair, this guy might as well have used a butcher’s knife. He opened up the scissors wide open and instead of snipping he just sliced with one side of the scissor blade whilst using the other hand to yank my hair out of my head.
His gold bling bling clanging as he yanked and sliced away at my scalp.

The other thing that stood out was the fact that he was wearing a hat. I’m not sure if it is all that re-assuring to have your hairdresser wearing a hat. Because chances are he cuts his own hair.

Anyway my hair cut isn’t too bad