$16 for a crappy haircut?!?!

I hate getting my haircut. Let me reword that. I hate finding a place to get my haircut. I am always in a good mood once I get my haircut. When I was growing up my parents would take me to whatever discount hair place that was in town. For many years it was The Haircut Store in Diamond Bar. When I was 16, I moved to Germany and lived with a family that owned a very nice hair place. I didn’t learn a lot about haircuts, but I did learn that quality haircuts could make a huge difference. When I was in college, I found a great place in Diamond Bar that was perfect. The guy who owned it was just a little older than me and he did a great job. When I moved away from Diamond Bar, I had trouble settling on a new place. I have tried many and occasionally thought I had found a new place, but something bad always happens.

I was going to one place for a while. It was even open on Sundays!!!! It was a true barbershop that gave haircuts for $7.00. The guy I went to was a Hispanic gangster guy, had tons of tattoos, would use a pneumatic air gun to blow the excess hair off, and would use an old back massager from the 50’s on my shoulders after he was done. Perfect! Very manly. Well, the owner thought this guy was sleeping with his wife, which he denied. Anyway, he was fired. I tried going back a couple of times, but they didn’t follow the hours posted. The sign said they closed at 4:00 pm. I would get there at 2:15 pm and they would be closed. I gave up.

My hair is thick and grows very fast. I should get a haircut every 3 weeks to keep it looking decent. It has been 5 weeks now. I tried to go to one place yesterday. It was a discount chain and they wanted to charge me $16. The guy in diamond Bar charges $15, but that’s a good haircut. I always tip him $5 extra because he remembers me, asks me about stuff he remembers about me. I may have to start driving to Diamond Bar again.

Regardless, I am not as bad as my dad. He has been going to the same guy for almost 30 years. He will not get his hair cut by anyone else. The guy doesn’t even have a shop anymore, so my dad goes to his house. I think it will be traumatic when my dad moves to Thailand next year.