The Unrepentant Individual

...just hanging around until Dec 21, 2012


June 23, 2007


Haircut Surrealism

Yesterday I was on a mission to get a haircut during my lunch break. I knew I needed to stop to get cash for a go-kart excursion with coworkers after work, so I looked up barbers near the bank, and found one in the same strip-mall. I sure had no clue what I was in for!

I ended up going to the “Leisure World Barber Shop.” For those unfamiliar with Orange County, there’s an area in Laguna Woods/Laguna Niguel known as “Leisure World”. This is a bunch of condo and home communities designated as senior living areas. I was a bit familiar with this area 2 years ago, because every time I found a condo in my price range in Orange County, it was always designated as a “senior community”. With those prices, I was halfway interested in securing a fake ID that said I was 60 just to buy one…

Of course, I was just in a random strip mall, not in a place designated as senior-only, but I walked into a big barber shop and was the youngest person there by at least 30 years. I was a bit worried, because there’s a bit of a difference between the way I style my hair and the way your average septuagenarian does. But I got a haircut anyway.

Of course, that wasn’t even the half of it. The [65+ year old] lady who stood up and ushered me over to cut my hair was about 4′6″. I sat down in the chair, and I was still taller than her. I ended up having to get the entire haircut slouched down in the chair just so she could see the top of my head!

All in all, though, it was a pretty decent haircut. And instead of the $25 fee I get charged at the places my wife wants me to go, I got my hair cut for $8 (plus tip). Maybe I’ll have to go back, and make friends with Bernie, Flo, and Al. We can compare joint pain (my knee hurts when it rains, an effect of my motorcycle crash, and years of martial arts have made my wrists sound like canastas), I can give them advice on their grandkids… We’ll party like it’s 1949!

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  1. I used to patronize a stylist (she’s since moved away) who was four foot six. And by gum, she stood on a box.

    Comment by CGHill — June 23, 2007 @ 9:23 pm

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