I was just trying to remember what I did today, besides watching all the TV shows queued up on my DVR and cleaning the gutters. I think it was really that little. Yesterday was a bit more eventful, but the only thing I did around the house was probably finally changing out the doorknob on a door we hardly ever use. The laundry room door had some cheap-ass Kwikset locks and I can’t even remember where the keys are located. It’s now keyed like the rest of the house with semi-decent Schlage locks.
But I did get my hair cut yesterday, and even got a straight-razor shave. I thought it would be fun and the place where I go to is sort of a salon for men with massages offered as well as hair cuts and shaves. But the more I looked at the web site the weirder it seemed. I was just looking to see if they validated parking and I couldn’t even find directions, but I did find a “no dating the staff” policy. Weird, right? I also heard that people select their barbers by looking at their pictures, not pictures of their work.
Then when I went in for the straight-razor shave I noticed there wasn’t a strop, the razor seemed a bit dull, and the girl doing the shaving was in her early 20′s if she was that old. I don’t know what I was expecting, but I’ve always had straight-razor shaves done by older male barbers. When I got my hair cut and I found out my barber was also in her early 20′s. I don’t think there’s anyone older working there. She did a fair job of giving me a buzz cut, and I’ve had other people not really know what they’re doing with the clippers, so I didn’t think much of it when I went in before.
After paying my bill, I figured I mainly paid about $80 to have women in their early 20′s touch my head. It’s probably the only way that’s ever going to happen again, unless I find another dentist with younger hygenists, but I’m not sure if it’s worth it. For one thing, I had a hand and scalp massage as part of the whole experience and all I could think of was that I usually go to fairly burly sports massage therapists who beat the hell out of me and that’s what I usually expect in a massage. For another, the more I think about the whole gimmick of the place I went to get my hair cut, the creepier it seems to me. The weird thing is that I knew about the place and the guy who finally convinced me to get my hair cut there is a gay guy.
So, in summary, yesterday I just kind of felt foolish after my haircut was all done. But it was pretty relaxing, and I can’t say I won’t do it again. I’m certain to feel foolish for one reason or another and at least this way I still end up with a haircut.