If you have seem a photo of me you know I don't have much hair. I can remember when my mom used to tell me to get it out of my eyes or she would cut it off, can you believe it? A few years ago I found a real barber in Fairfield CA and I was happy as a clam... I know but I do think clams are happy most of the time. He did a great job on my hair then one day he handed me the mirror to look at the back of my head. I had been watching him cut for a while and wondered what the heck he was doing. In any case I told him that I didn't think he took anything off today. He responded "if I take any more off you won't be in for a month"... so I asked him 'do you mean you are cutting my hair to suit your pocket book' - I don't understand people who put themselves first all of the time. I was always taught to do the best possible job you can do every time you do it and stopped going to that barber as much as I had liked him for a while. By the way, I usually go to a barber about every six weeks. The next time I needed a haircut, I thought about his statement and used my own hair clippers and buzzed my own head. Haven't been back to him in years.
Then we moved to North Carolina and I was unable to find a barber there. All they have is people who ask you "what is your number?" What is that all about? I finally realized they wanted me to tell them what setting to put on their clipper to cut my hair. Wow. My Grandfather used to cut my hair from the time I was old enough to get a haircut and he was a real barber, it bothered me later in life when I found out he was a butcher too...who would have guessed? Then I went to "Mike - the barber" in Richmond, CA. Mike was a great friend and barber for many years as I grew up. I actually looked forward to getting my hair cut, then he would massage the scalp too with that little vibrator he would attached to the back of his hand.. wow was that ever great? I can almost feel it now... relaxing
Wake up... sorry, Then Mike - the barber passed away and his shop closed for a short time. The community lost a wonderful barber and a credit to his profession. Mike was a very slight built older man. Then one day I noticed there was an "open" sign in the window. I thought I need a haircut so I stopped in for nostalgia to find most of memorabilia was still hanging on the wall plus some baseballs and photos of some pro baseball players that had their haircut by this guy. He was a very robust fella, much larger and taller than Mike the barber. We talked as he cut my hair when I confessed that "Mike the barber" had cut my hair from the time I was about 3 years old till I was 40 and I missed him... a tear came to his eye as he told me that "Mike the barber" was his father. He cut my hair for many years as well and he also was a wonderful character. He had the same gift of gab as his dad.
I have yet to meet another barber that really cared about the customer until I was visiting my Dad in Henderson NV and we went to a shop there, and met a real person who actually cut hair the old fashioned way, used a straight razer to trim the sideburns and shave the neck... Now I use them whenever I get down to Las Vegas area.
The other day I found a good barber in Fairfield again.. went back to get another 6-weeks later of course and he was not in yet but his wife cut my hair and actually did a better job, wow. then six weeks went by and he was not yet in and the wife was too busy with an appointment and suggested I use the next gal in line to cut my hair assuring me that she was quite good. Well, she wasn't, she hacked up my hair, there isn't much but I like it to lay down and she cut the top... well over to the top right a little so short it stuck straight up about 3/4" NEVER AGAIN. I'm looking for a new barber again. Oh, I'll go back in to get the first lady as she did the best job but if they try to put me to another person in there, I'll find a new barber... on the road again. (;>o) I have an idea, I'll go to Las Vegas, I'm over due there anyhow. Have a great day.
Thank you,
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