Ok. Being away from my barber back home is really weird. I’m used to being able to go in, sit in the chair, and have my barber do his thing. But now, I actually have to tell the barber how I want my hair cut. Last Tuesday, I checked out a barber shop over in East Atlanta that one of my coworkers happens to frequent. After braving traffic on the connector and I-20, I finally made it to the barber shop around 6:30 or so.
Outside of maybe 2 or 3 people waiting, it was empty (the sole reason why I only go to barber shops during the week). Before I could even sit down, the barber in the front chair asked if he could help me, and sent me to a barber who’s chair just opened up. So how did I get my hair cut?
1.5 inch cut with long, thin and pointy sideburrns with rounded edges in the back.
I usually just get my mustache and chinpeice cleaned up
Dude did a pretty good job when it was all said and done, although I don’t know why he asked me if I wanted my cut darker when I told him I wanted a one and a half inch cut.
Cousin gave me the info for her boyfriend’s barber shop, but the only thing about them is, they close at 5 PM during the week, and I don’t get off until 4:45 PM. That’s nowhere near enough time to drive all the way out to Cobb County for a haircut.
Random Thought of the Moment: “Hmm, I wonder why my hair grows back slow at times and faster at other times.”
The Song of the Moment: “One Mic” by Nas.