Sitting at a Barber shop anxiously

Right now I am anxious because of a small boy. We are both next in line at the barber shop. Practically me before him. He is checking inside the barber shop every 30 seconds. I am doing it but not as apparently as he is. I wish I can do it too unless the barber thinks he arrived here before me.

There are two barbers. One has shaved the head of his customer clean and now is making minor adjustments to his beard. The other guy, my guy, for whom I travelled 2 kms from home is also finishing up with his customer.

Now I am growing impatient because, kids are shameless. He will try to cut the queue and depending on who finishes first he might get my guy. Then I will have to tell the other guy I am not interested in getting my hair cut by him. This is not only rude but it would also mean I will have to let the next customer in queue before me.

After some time….

I am writing now after my hair cut. As I was typing those thoughts, my guy finished. Now if it was the other guy then I would have simply allowed the kid pass. Since my guy finished first I had to challenge the kids bold move of cutting in.

I stood there beside him. Both of us waiting for a verdict from the barber. My guy started at us, first him and then me. My heart sank and then he called me. He showed the kid his place. That’s why I like this guy. He is just!

My guy, is the owner of this shop. Mid 40s may be. I like him because he knows only one way to cut hair. I have tried a few different instructions and found that it always ended the same. It is either his skill or my hair. Anyways, I have grown to like it. I don’t explain anything to him just sit and relax. Within a few minutes he completes his job and ends the cut with a short head massage.

So, I have the same cut again. Paid him a hundred. My guy didn’t disappoint me. I thanked, I left.

PS: I also got to sit on the new sofa. A new upgrade that my guy made. The kid, he sat on the regular chair.