You walk into their lavish establishment and smell a fine trade being practiced in the air; the aroma of precision executed with hands that finesse the average Joe’s crown of hair into a masterpiece. You walk in a blue collar citizen and you walk out feeling like you just hit the lottery cuz you know you are artistry in motion, all because of your hair cut. The barber shop is a place to talk with the fellas and exchange ideas and meet folks, but when is it too much ? Since when did barbers give you a time to be there an they don’t show up at that time that THEY scheduled you in for!
When you first meet the barber you have placed your trust in, in the beginning they are overjoyed to have you as a client and they throw their best effort on ya’ egg head and you are the man for the next week and half day. 1 Year late, they start giving you fades when you ask for edge ups, your hair line is about as straight as a married white politician with a criminal background with illegitimate black and Hawaiian kids runnin’ around. It takes ‘em an hour to get to you ‘cuz all the talkin’ and horseplayin’ they doin’ then when u finally sit in that RAGILLY pleather chair thats torn and the piece thats torn is jabbin’ you in the lower left side of your back, 5 minutes into it they stop for 20 minutes to talk about some girl he prolly lyin’ about sleepin’ with axin’ him to leave his girl who prolly use to be a guy so they could be together. Before, they would finish the cut, politely pass you the mirror, apply powder and gently wipe your edged up areas with a nice smelling ointment, you pay, you tip , yall shake hands, he says please come back, you say ‘preciate it I ‘ll see in two weeks, Peace ! 1 year later, he finishes up the weak edge up where he’s cut you ’bout 3 or 4 times and slaps you in the back of the head, tells you that’ll be $15 all of a sudden when you been payin’ $10 since ya’ll was in elementary school. You axe him ’bout his wife and kids by name and he still calls you Chris even though your name is Rasheed ! ? Need I go on?
What has happened to these gifted craftsmen of our thinkin’ caps? We have all become so impersonal to an extent, but in a business where customer service and performance are vital, thangs have went down hill. It just feels like barbers gave up on they customers. . . not all barbers but most. This is one of the only times when you can get a group of young men in the same room and they’re not tryin’ kill each other or smokin’ some type of weed cocaine and they are having intelligent, thoughtful discussions (most of the time) Can we please get the barbers of yesterday back and let those barbers that wanna be politicians run for office somewhere else!
written by Sudan 6ix for The Soon to be Bald Headed Dezigner Heroes www.the6ixsense.com
