Getting a Trim
I have a confession to make. I've committed a crime so grievous, so shocking, that even now as I transcribe it, my hands shake. I have gotten a haircut. I have gotten a haircut, that I paid for, at a place other than the Westgate Barbershop. This wasn't an easy decision, nor was it a recent one. I have been attempting to get my ears lowered for the better part of a month now, but the Fates had waylaid me until now.
Garrett needed a haircut as well, and thus I was dragooned into accompanying him to what might have been the craziest barbershop ever. It was sports themed. I had never been to a theme barbershop before. This place seemed more like a bar than anything, but inside I went, and after I finished crying, I had my hair trimmed.
I'll be honest, I'm pleased with the cut, and the price was fairly reasonable, 12 bucks plus tip. The place was close to campus, the barbers were affable, and I was asked about baseball. All I really ever want out of a haircut trip is the opportunity to pretend to like baseball. And I got it. A+ guys, great job.
Nov 3, 2005 4:46 PM
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