The Barber Shop
I finally had my hair whacked today. It was getting long and shaggy and some people might be ashamed to be seen in public with me.
But that is not the story.
The story is The Barber Shop. I was walking in a back alley and stumbled upon it yesterday. No advertising. No expensive signage. It is just there.
I went in and waited until my turn and when she was about to start I asked if she tool plastic because I never carry cash. She said no. Cash only. I said I would be back. Just going to run to the bank and of course she said no. Let's do the cut then pay me whenever you can get back.
Of course, I sprinted to the bank when she was finished.
That is the way to run a business. It got her a good tip. It got me a good hair cut.
How could I ever go anywhere else now?
4 comments:
Hey... that made me smile!
That is typical here, I'd say. Nothing like small town living.
was she cute?
And yes, that is good to tip your hairdresser,[barber}
lovely story, great photo. You must have guessed by my comments that whilst I think you are a truly gifted 'nature' photographer; it is in this genre that you shine. It's in these that I see the artist. So much photography is well done, technically great but lacking narrative and sometimes a little to easy to read. Give me a little mystery each time.
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