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I hate going to the barbers. When I wore glasses I used to sit there blind, letting the guy get on with it and hoped for not too much of a shock at the end when I put my specs on. Now it's more sitting there uncomfortably, wait for him to ask me if I watch the football while he snips away, no I don't, notice how one eyebrow is slightly higher than the other, notice I'm getting a bit thin on top, bit of earwax dislodges in ear and feels like it might fall out, then have them style it how you don't like it. The guy yesterday was Mr Clippers, a bit rough with them and I thought he'd cut a slit in my forehead when he finally used the scissors. He literally scraped an entire layer of skin off with the cut-throat.
It actually looks pretty good today, all things considered. Anyone else hate the barbers or got any good barber stories?
It actually looks pretty good today, all things considered. Anyone else hate the barbers or got any good barber stories?