Grim Trim :|

Ever felt what it’s like to have your head used as a turntable? Ever experienced a near death situation while facing a wannabe ninja with something as sharp as a sword? Or ever experienced what it’s like to have water sprayed everywhere else except your hair during a haircut? Well! Then look no further and visit your local barber today! I did! :| Thinking it couldn’t be all that bad… little did I know… :|

 

It was another haunting late evening out. And I decided to get a trim. It was too late to go to my regular salon, so I decided to try one of these local guys out! (biggest mistake ever). I could have waited a day but still, wanted to get rid of those shitty side-locks! :P So I walk in… (the second big mistake). I looked at all of them, a bunch of guys who smelt as bad as they looked. One of them asked me to grab a chair. Well I sat, looked into his humongous mirror and told him how I wanted my hair cut. He drapes a piece of cloth around me, which smelt like it had spent a week under a pariah dog, ties it around my neck as if he were the hangman and that thing were the noose. He took out his spray and commenced. Throughout the cut, he kept adjusting my head like It were a cheap portrait on a broken wall. I couldn’t figure out what was worse, the way he pulled my hair or the foul smell of his hand! *pukes* Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse… 

He takes out his knife like thingy from what looked like a jar with Dettol + hair water in it *yuck*… It wasn’t like I had never seen one of those things but the way he came at me with it was rather terrifying and disgustingly unhygienic! Later, he takes out a brush, rubs it across my face… my face, not my shoulders, not my t-shirt but my face! :| Uses some cheap hair cream that left me nauseated till I washed it off after getting back home and after that he tries styling my hair, when he couldn’t maintain his own! I paid him and ran off faster than Goldie-locks did from the 3 bears (as luck would have it, there were 3 of them and they did look and speak like a bunch of mutated bears). 

So, the moral of the story is, if you are feeling a little too cheap and want to visit one of these local guys, don’t! Rather cut your hair yourself! At least you’d spare yourself of some horror. Other than the manhandling and some other minor details, the only difference between a good salon and these guys is that - we pay more money at the good salons so that they listen to us, don't twist our heads like they're trying to open a bottle or something, use hygienic and clean equipment and cut our hair the way we want it, unlike their lousy local counterparts!  Lesson learned!