Thread: So I went to the Barber yesterday...

...For a shave and a haircut. I was really looking forward to it as I usually just shave myslef and do my own hair with clippers. For ths grand event that I was given a gift coucher for, I had let my hair go a little longer than usual and in the leas up let the whiskers go and extra day or so.
I have been to a Barber before, but never for a shave and my last time was many years ago. My last professional haircut was done by a hairdresser. For this grand event I had to travel in to the city, which only added to my excitement. When I located the Barbers I was a little surprised to see that instead of the blokey place I had been to on that other Barber trip years back, I was confronted with two stunning looking young girls with million dollar bodies. Sadly everytime they opened their mouths - Which was all the time - it was obvious they only had .10 cent heads. The endless drivel that came from these giggling Gerties was mind numbing in itself.
It was just like a visit to the hairdressers. What was worse was that once upon a time you would walk in for your shave and a haircut, no appointment, apparently I was supposed to call ahead if I wanted a shave. So I never had that part of the experience.
To say I was mildly disappointed would be an understatement. I still have the voucher for the shave component, so maybe I will go to one of the other three shop fronts next time instead.


Mick

That's the current sad state of the barbershop in many countries. In the States, the classic barbershop is begining to make a comeback, hopefully the same will happen in Oz. Until then, good luck.

That is truly a sad story.

Ahhh yes the good old barber where you can just be a guy. My old barber did all his decorating from the Army Navy surplus store. Mortor shells bullet casings. It was paradise.
Oh I forgot to mention the drawer with all the mens magazines in it. Har!!!
Extinct like the DoDo bird. Progress? I think not.
Tarkus

Just click your heels together 3 times and say, "There's no place like home, there's no place like home..."

Oh sorry, wrong Oz.

Originally Posted by MickR

...For a shave and a haircut. I was really looking forward to it as I usually just shave myslef and do my own hair with clippers. For ths grand event that I was given a gift coucher for, I had let my hair go a little longer than usual and in the leas up let the whiskers go and extra day or so.
I have been to a Barber before, but never for a shave and my last time was many years ago. My last professional haircut was done by a hairdresser. For this grand event I had to travel in to the city, which only added to my excitement. When I located the Barbers I was a little surprised to see that instead of the blokey place I had been to on that other Barber trip years back, I was confronted with two stunning looking young girls with million dollar bodies. Sadly everytime they opened their mouths - Which was all the time - it was obvious they only had .10 cent heads. The endless drivel that came from these giggling Gerties was mind numbing in itself.
It was just like a visit to the hairdressers. What was worse was that once upon a time you would walk in for your shave and a haircut, no appointment, apparently I was supposed to call ahead if I wanted a shave. So I never had that part of the experience.
To say I was mildly disappointed would be an understatement. I still have the voucher for the shave component, so maybe I will go to one of the other three shop fronts next time instead.


Mick

You missed the whole point of the exercise. It's not about the haircut or shave it's about the gals with the million dollar bodies.

One word summarises this whole thing Mick: "bugger".

On the bright side you still have the shave voucher so that may end up a better experience!

James.

Originally Posted by MickR

When I located the Barbers I was a little surprised to see that instead of the blokey place I had been to on that other Barber trip years back, I was confronted with two stunning looking young girls with million dollar bodies.

And then I woke up. It was all just a bad dream.

I grew up with an oldtimey barbershop in Hemphill, Texas in the 60's with two barbers, Curtis Eddings, and Forse. The place musta been 2000 sq ft with 6 chairs, a row of 40 seats, a double shoe shine stand, spitoons, Forse's 10 layer strop, OLD Hunter fans swirling. The ceiling was 20 ft high with tin stamped squares, like you see in restaraunts. A humongous brass cash register sat in the middle of the row of seats on a fancy pedestal, long unused. Like a tombstome! Place musta been great 30 years before! Town siren was atop the shop and as the volunteer fire dept was summoned, the place emptied out. Forse would spit tobacco at the spitoon and talk crap as he stropped dickins out of the razor and lathered up your neck and ears. Then, cigar-in mouth, he would take hold of your head and control you. I swear he held the razor still and moved my head around it! Sidewalls!
Nowadays, I go see Kelly, the hottie from Malaysia and jokingly talk of running away together as she cuts my hair.
The good and the bad. It's all good!

Tsk. Sounds very disappointing. I have a few barber shops 'round here (i.e. take a seat, wait - no women, no blow-dryers). But like you I give myself a number three with the clippers every now and again. The wife does the back edge and the whirly bit on top that grows everywhichway.

I'd rather not have people touch me, generally; though that lady chiropractor the other day had a bit of a thing for me I think...