Posted: 6/11/2005 10:22:56 AM EDT
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I needed a haircut pretty bad, and I decided that today was the day. The last thing I wanted was a Bo-Rics or Fantastic Sams cut, so I headed out looking for a barber shop. Well I drive past this place that says "Adrian's Barber Shop", and I'm thinking "Perfect". So I pull in, park the car and go inside. The second I walk through the door everyone stops what they're doing and look over. It turns out I was the only white guy in this pretty crowded barber shop. So I wait for my turn, get my hair cut and I have to admit, it was a damn good hair cut. I think I'll probably make it my new place. |
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I walked naked into the BOQ sauna when I was in flight school, and all of a sudden the conversation stopped. The place was packed with black guys, and I have no idea where they came from, because at that time there were maybe two or three blacks in flight school. They reluctantly made room for me on a bench, and we maintained a polite but awkward silence for a few minutes before I noticed that not all of them were guys. I stayed long enough to satisfy honor, then slinked away. |
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Heh. I had that happen. I needed a haircut badly and, I was on a site in Oakland. I went to the first, closest barber I could find. Turned out I was the only white guy that was in, came in, walked by, or came withing three to four blocks of the place. I really didn't care. I needed a cut. I tipped him and, the guy that cut my hair gave me his card and said to call him any time I needed a cut, and, he'd hook me up with an appointment. Aside from the "kill whitey" publications on the table, it was an ok place. |
Man, you had the perfect chance for a movie quote or two! "There's a new sherrif in town, and his name is motown_steve. Y'all be cool." "I'm sorry I ruined your Black Panther party..." |
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www.wahl.com/ mine's an older version of this www.wahl.com/homepro26.html best $30 I ever spent. Has probably saved me hundreds or dollars, even at the under $10/haircut price I got from my mom's friend who owns a hair salon. All she was doing was using clippers on me, so I figured I'd do it myself, that plus I moved 70 miles away and couldn't find a place around here that did it right. Two different places, including an actual all male employees barber shop didn't seem to know how to use clippers and wouldn't keep the guard firmly against my head, resulting in uneven cutting |
See, I would never do that because I go to the place in the mall here that will shampoo your hair too (it's part of the standard price). So every once in a while I go in, I have my one girl I always go to that works there (the cute friendly one of course) and she cuts my hair and I get a head massage. What? Screw you guys, it's kinda fun. |
[SheriffBart] 'Scuse me while I whip this out. [SheriffBart] |
Never been, but seen the commercials on TV for it now and again. Needless to say, don't bother going. If they use the REAL chicks that actually work there in their commercials, they're all skanks. Sorry, but if I go to a place called "Sexxy Scissors", I want a HOT chick cutting my hair. Getting a beer with my haircut ain't worth THOSE "women". |
People get haircuts in barbershops???  Must be an American thing.(For those who have never been to Asia, particularly Korea or Taiwan: I have four barbershops within a block of my apartment, and NONE of them cut hair. . . . I suppose some of the girls might have nail-clipping scissors in their purses, though.  )
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It is much more important to me is that the person cutting my hair has talent at it. My hair has some weird growth patterms that make it tough to cut. The girl who cuts my hair now is genius at cutting hair. That she is cute as hell is just an added bonus. |
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When I started at the FD, one afternoon my partner on the ambulance was asked to cut another FF's hair. (They're both black). He replied "wait a sec" and went to his locker, returning with a large shaving style kit, from which he produced a barber's trimmers... two of them, actually. As he began his work, I asked him where he'd learned to do that (he'd gone to school several years earlier) and how much he charged (about $5). When he was done, being in need of a trim myself, I handed him a five, and asked if he had time for another cut. He looked at me sheepishly, and said "well, yeah, it's just... errr..." I responded jokingly "What, you don't cut white guys?"  He responded "I never have, actually, although we learned how in school".  I sat down anyway. He didn't charge me for the first cut (he called it his "refresher"), and I used to have him cut my hair for many years until our shift got split up. |
Will you try to get them to sign up for the NRA and become members on this board? That would rule. Please update if you do. |
Bwhahahahahaha!!!!!!!  vmax84 |
There's some place over on North lamar just north of 183 that I usually go to that has the nice asian lady who takes about 5 minutes to buzz my 'do. That or the $8 place on south Congress. Just avoid the Tranny trimmer if you go there.
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This happened in the last year: I visit a chain-store called "Great Clips" for a haircut. The inside is decorated with sails like from a sailboat or clipper. Lame. The only one there is a early 40YO black women. She takes my name, phone number, and we get underway for a haircut. While I'm sitting in the chair, small-talks begins as she works her nicotine fingers through my hair. The short conversation moves to where I am from, bla, bla, bla. She responds that she is from Chitcago and moved because she was sick of her old boss expecting her to give blow-jobs to himself and certain customers all the time. Her story was more detailed..............overly detailed, and I don't really wish to concentrate on remembering these details. I went home and showered. Awkward. |
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I was on vacation in Key West and was hot and hadn't gotten a chance to get my hair cut before I left.I backed out of a couple of style shops which looked to fru fru for me.I wound up a town or so over (I never stay right in Key West)and saw a local looking place so I went in. Couple of old farts were clipping away on old farts or military types so I thought the place was ok.The head old fart gave me some kind of shit answer about being busy and I either had to wait an hour or so or I could "try out" the "new barber" Being the kind of guy to give shit back when its thrown at me I gave him my best "why he hell not" Turns out the "New barber" is this mid 20's girl that they had cleaning stuff in the back room.She comes out after they call her with a bunch of shit eating grins and kinda appoliges to me and asks if I am willing to have a women cut my hair or if I want to wait. I can see all the old farts are waiting for me to turn her down so I sit down and inform them all that I stoped getting my hair cut by an old fart when I was 16 and got my nuts grabbed by him.(I am like 45 at this time)This wasn't true but my friend (a professional) has been cutting my hair since then . Turns out she was a military wife who had the training but could not find another job and was stuck doing cleaning for minium wage.She did a good job and I gave her a great tip (in front of all the old farts of course!) |
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These places might as well be cafes. A bunch of them near where I live in Taipei offer coffee, tea, juice, and snacks when you're there. |
"Massage" shops |
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Had three barbers mostly my whole life. "John the Barber" cut my Dad's hair,so he did us boys as well.Blind as a bat-if you wanted anything but a buzz,you had to hold your head at a 45,to make it look straight.He'd ask how we wanted it.We'd reply, "a little longer" and he'd buzz us anyway (Dad had told him that's what we were to get-but to ask us anyway-hee-hee).REAL barbershop-Field and Stream,etc,and a free shot with a hair cut. Later,when John died,we went to "Lou's"-an old Italian man.Same basic shop-free drink,but some OLD pinups on the wall (WWII stuff).One GOOD barber there-Homer-he was maybe 50's,rest were WAY older.When Homer died,I was LOST. Wife has been cutting my hair since -( twice a year,whether I need it or not!) She used to groom dogs-she's just happy that I don't bite her. |
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We have ONE real, old-fashioned barber shop in town. My congressman, the City Manager, Chief of Police and everyone else of note gets their hair cut there. Their business is booming because in our relatively affluent, Republican-led community, most people don't want effeminate stylish cuts by the vapid airheads or gender-confused stylists at the chain hair cutting places. Plus, those folks at the chain shops couldn't do a decent high-and-tight to save their miserable lives. There is usually a wait. I am there every two weeks, like clockwork. They charge about twice what the chains do, but it is a real barber shop, with fishing magazines and straight razors, and no techno music or strung-out fashion model wannabes. Most of the barbers are guys who have been cutting hair for 40 years or more, and several of the staff are retired part-timers who cut hair a couple of days a week to get out of the house and make pocket change. They have one female barber (not a "stylist") and she does a good job, too, though I think she is slightly less popular than the other regulars. SMall talk is about hunting, local news and all. They all remember their cutomers, and they usually don't even have to ask what I need done ("high and tight, no guard on the back and sides, right?"). It is refreshing to have some old-fashioned service still available these days. There are a few other small barber shops in more run-down sections of town, but, being a local JBT, I would probably get my brains scrambled with a pair of scissors or my throat slit if I ever went to any of those shops. I even helped with a couple buy-busts on one of them a few years back. |
I know just how you feel. I went in this place Friday and I was the only Black guy. I clocked in and went to work. 
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Hey, you must be Andy! Tell "Floyd" the barber I said hello. If you run into Barney, Goober or Aunt Bee, give them a hello too! 
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Not a haircut story, but sort of similar in theme to the first one: I went to Temple University in North Philadelphia, which is a pretty much solidly black neighborhood. One night I went to a show at the Blue Horizon Ballroom near school --I forget who was playing, but it was a good time-- and left there around 0200. I was driving south down Broad Street and at a certain point started smelling the most amazing vinegary sweet smoky smell. At Broad and Erie there was a BBQ joint that put a smoker out on the sidewalk in front of their storefront on Friday and Saturday nights, and even at 0200 there was a line out front. I pulled over and parked and walked up and got in line --the only white guy for a few blocks in any direction, apparently. The lady in front of me looked back, saw me and said hi. I told her I had to stop when I smelled what was cooking, and we spent the next eight or ten minutes in line talking about food. She and the friend she was with were regulars at this place and she recommended the ribs, chicken and pulled pork. That started a wider conversation with a few more people in line about the superior quality of the hot links and sliced brisket. Someone came out of a bar with a twelve pack to go, and beers were passed around. I still wasn't finished mine when I got up to the front of the line and ordered enough food to feed about a dozen people. I still had some greens and a hot link in the fridge a couple of days later. Damn, that was good BBQ. |
Maybe it's the New Yorker in me, and friends have pointed this out to me (I never knew), but I could give a ratts ass what the color make up of the room is. One time, me and a buddy road tripped to St Louis for his cousins wedding. We got into town at like 03:00. I'm hungry, so we hit a White Castle. My buddy freaks cause it's all blacks (again, so???). He starts shitting his pants when the two black St Louis cops see us walk in, start laughing at us, then leave. The look on my buddies face was priceless!!!  I'll go into a bar on the south side of Chicago if I want a beer. Get gas in Oak Cliff (pretty much the poopshoot of Dallas)? No problem. Now, I don't speak with a NYC accent though, I sound like a cheesehead. I'm in a taxi one time going to the train station at Rutgers Univ, and the black chick driving the cab starts making small talk. She finally got around to asking when was the first time I ever saw a black person... I told her "Well, to be honest, I believe the doctor who delivered me was black, so I guess the first person I ever saw was black!" And she pulled one of these...  We're all people, aint we???
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