I received a haircut yesterday. I think the barber was drunk. I’d never been to this place before. Joe’s Barbershop in Lakewood. Right next to the crappiest fencing club in Cleveland. I walk in and the place is dead quiet. Empty.
From the back, some old guy said “I’ll be with you in a minute!” and came out a minute later with a can in one of those rubbery/plastic keep-your-can coolie/cozy things. So I got a haircut and a beard trim and my neck shaved, and all the while this barber guy is swigging from the can in the thinger. He didn’t give me a chance to approve the haircut, but whipped off the apron thingy. I took a closer look in the mirror, and though the haircut was a little ragged, my hair is too short for it to be very noticeable. Probably not going back to Joe’s Barbershop though.
I tried going to a barbershop nearby to Tremont called Pete the Barber, but the address is a McDonald’s now, which is a bit strange. Perhaps I’ll find a nice place downtown to get my mop chopped.