On the one hand, I get it. They must be lonely. Working all day, cutting people's hair. Plus, they probably assume that we, the customers, are looking for that fifteen minutes of riveting conversation with a stranger we probably won't remember in ten minutes.
On the other hand, I have definitely had the same barber three or four times in a row, and they ask the same questions every time. Conclusion? They aren't really listening - they are talking to fill gaps of blissful, otherwise wonderful silence.
Thankfully, I know who to get. The shop I go to has two barbers that I will work with and two I will not. I cleverly work my way around the two chatterboxes to get to these other two, less-known stylists.
They're both foreign, and they don't speak English. The way God intended it.
2 comments:
So true about wanting a silent haircut...thanks for the laugh I needed one!
You're welcome - everyone needs a laugh once in a while. A genuine one, that is... not the lame ones I often give to these "conversational" people when they make bad jokes.
P.s. Just earlier tonight, I went to CVS... and got asked what my major was.
P.p.s. I was buying condoms - not sure how it came up.
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