Just gotta try a the cheap $6 hair cut in hurstville. I’ve heard about it from Hmk previously, but never went by there. Well, lucky me, I get to go hurstville, and I need haircut.
First, there may be a queue before you’re served. That’s fine. A bit nervous. The three in front seems to be cutting hair the same as my regular hair dresser/barber.
Oh, there is another room and can fit a few more customers. I didn’t notice it that much. Staff just come out and say ‘Next!’.
The queue is moving along quite fast.
‘NEXT!’. That’s my cue. Sit there.
Staff: How do you want it?
Me: Just trim. Trim the top..around 2-3 inch left (shit! i just realized. she probably thought i meant to cut 2-3 inches off, and not keep 2-3 inch..no wonder it’s so short!)
Me: …number 4 on the sides
Staff: (getting ready to start)..number 2 on the sides..
Me: NO NO…number 4!
Staff: Number 2 on the sides
Me: NO NO…i want to keep the back a bit long…I’ve got a scar at the back…here, see?
Me: number 4
I’m prepared. Here goes nothing.
She holds the shaver and the comb. And then…she starts furiously trimming/shaving my hair.
I felt like my head is a wok. I’m in the kitchen. And my hair are the ingredients in the wok. And obviously, the barber is the chef.
It has to be asian food and it has to be stir-fry. You can’t pause for a second or the food would get burnt!
The right side, the left side, the back (slightly slower), the sides again. There is no time to even switch from the shaver to scissors when trimming the top. Just continue using the shaver to cut! zip, zap, buzz..a pause. She’s actually changing to the scissors now! Uh Oh, it’s the scissors they use to ‘thin’ out the hair. Here we go again, her furious stir fry!.
And before you know it, it’s done. She’s got a mirror behind me, and waiting for me to see if it’s ok. I guess it’s ok. It feels quite short. I say it’s OK, and it’s done.
Whilst getting those sheets out of me etc, she mumbles “oh, i see your scar”… :S
I’ve paid the $6 and out of the door.
So, who’s game to go again?