I went to get my haircut yesterday. I go to Jim’s down the street here in Pearland. He is in the strip center between the Big Humphrey’s and the locksmith. It’s a proper men’s barber shop with two chairs, clipper cuts and animal heads on the wall. I’m usually the youngest customer. The cuts are good, quick and cheap. I always think about Garrison Keillor’s put down “$100 haircut riding around on a nickle head.” I hate to run the risk.
So yesterday while I was waiting he was cutting the hair of a white haired older gentleman. I chatted with the waitresses from Big Humphrey’s who were waiting at Jim’s for their boss to arrive. We talked about the TV Judge dealing with a messy/crazy divorce and I assured him and the other patrons that this was nothing compared to some of my current cases.
When it came to my turn, I noticed that Jim had apparently not cleaned the clippers very well. You see, there, mixed in with my dark brown hair, was a lot of the white hair that must have come from the previous customer. Jim’s has had a rough time of it lately with some family problems but I was really shocked. I was also shocked at how well the white hair was mixed in with my dark brown hair. Poor Jim. I hope he gets things straightened out or I’ll need to get a new barber. My younger brother said I should report him to the TDLR, or just look in the mirror…not sure what he means.
