On the road Cuts
I call them cuts, Kathleen calls them Styles, and we, like even those living in fixed places need to get our hair cut/styled from time to time. We have for the most part been pretty lucky with it all and usually come away from the ordeal none the worse for wear. Just recently we both had ours cut/styled in Lo De Marcos, Mexico for 40 pesos, which at the time was about $2.74 not counting the tip. Both jobs were as good as any we have ever had.
Today, in Columbus, Texas I decided I needed a cut and after dropping Kathleen off at Walmart to do a little shopping I headed out to find a barber. Lucky for me, (well, maybe not) a short distance down the road was a rather large building with lettering to proclaim it as a barber college.
I'm one to support the up and coming so it was OK by me to give it a try. Upon entry I was greeted by a young man sitting in one of 15 barber chairs reading a book. The place was empty except for him and me. I told him I was in need of a trim. He asked me to sign in (guest type book) and beckoned me to come sit in the chair he was near. In small talk, I asked him how far along he was with the barber school and he informed me that the school no longer existed but he had indeed graduated from it but was now working on his own. That should have been gratifying, but for some reason I just didn't feel right about it all.
I got a little concerned when he kept referring to the fact that I was 8 teeth on the left, 10 teeth on the right, and only 4 teeth on top. I thought for a minute I was in a dentist chair rather than a barber chair until I looked in the mirror and noticed that he was holding up a tuft of my hair and measuring it against how many teeth it covered as he held the comb vertical from my head. This is a technique that I have never encountered. After all of this, he asked how much I wanted removed and suggested 1/2 inch. How one equates 1/2 inch to 8 teeth, 10 teeth, or 4 teeth is a mystery to me but I told him, that would be good.
Well, the long and the short of it, (no pun intended) is that I have just had one of those cuts that is almost enough to make me want to fly back to Mexico and get it straightened out. It is about as uneven as you can imagine. I honestly believe he forgot to take 1/2 inch off the 10 tooth side, took an inch off the 8 tooth side, and somehow managed a buzz cut where the 4 tooth area was.
"Hey, Kathleen, dig out my baseball hat collection." I will be going under cover for awhile.
I probably should have confronted the young man about the results, but I was a little afraid I would get something like, "Well, I did stay at a Holiday Inn last night."
