All He wanted was a haircut. It doesn’t matter if it’s a local shop, a national chain, or a guy/gal in his/her basement with a shampoo sink and a set of clippers. Around here, a basic men’s haircut is $29. To a woman, that’s probably a bargain. To a man, that’s infuriating.
He of We is always infuriated that Daughter of He can find shoes on sale for $10 and that’s before the 50% off coupon from the Sunday paper and another 20% off with the friends and family discount card everybody gets when walking through the door. His shoes? On the clearance table after looking for a matching pair, $85. But the $29 haircut is more infuriating. Here’s why.
Every shop has a price list up on the wall. Nobody has ever figured out why. Men’s haircuts aren’t haute coiffure. Your basic barber/stylist when confronted with a man’s head will snip, buzz, shave, whisk, say thank you, and collect the tip. One thing on that price list is the senior citizen discount. That runs the $29 basic cut down to about ten bucks or the price of women’s shoes on sale. We suppose the logic is that an old guy has less hair than a young one. Not so. Both Sons of She have hairlines approaching that of Mr. Clean’s and neither is yet old enough to run for president. By a lot. Likewise, He’s hairline has been more easily measured from the back since he was in his 20’s. The discount should go to the one who has less hair, not more years.
Another thing that is infuriating about the $29 basic cut is that He usually just gets his hair buzzed. At his last sitting on a barber chair the “stylist” asked how he wanted it. “Clippers please, number two.” After asking if He realized how short that was he pointed to the little hair he had on his head. “Anything longer than number 2 and you won’t be taking anything off.” She agreed, took about 5 minutes to drape the drape over him, plop a set of cutters into a razor, and set them for the requested depth. Then she took about 2 minutes cutting his hair then popped the blades off, undraped him, handed him a mirror (which after a lifetime of haircuts he still wasn’t sure why), and stood back waiting for a tip.
So this time when He needed a haircut he walked into the same shop, was greeted by the same “stylist,” asked for the clippers set at number two, acknowledged that he knew how short that was, and was digging out her tip 7 minutes after sitting in the chair.
For $29 you should get at least enough time to talk about last night’s game.
Now that’s what we think. Really. How ‘bout you.