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May 25, 2005 I once told you that of my father, my two brothers and me, I was the fortunate one to inherit my mother’s ability to keep hair on the head. Not being bald is a blessing and a curse. It is a blessing in that a full head of hair almost always makes someone look younger than they actually are; especially if there aren’t heaping amounts of gray streaked through it. Hair can be a curse if one cannot find a barber worthy of his craft. I believe the military installations around here have begun hiring anyone who has had anything to do with shearing sheep. There isn’t a base barber anymore that is willing to take the time to trim hair. They believe everyone should be sporting “high and tight” haircuts which end up leaving hair only to one’s imagination. Well, I gave up cuts like that a long time ago. When I retired from the Army I told myself that I would build a beard and matching pony tail and seek the route of “Grizzly Adams”. The company that hired me as an instructor had other ideas about what constituted a “Professional Appearance” so I am still waiting until I retire-retire before attempting the “RIP-RAP” effect with my hair. (DEF: “RIP-RAP” – The hair effect generated similar to that of Rip Van Winkle and Rapunzel) With the entire crew of base barbers practicing their craft with weed whackers I finally decided to try one of the local shops dedicated to the more polite methods of hair removal. Or so I was led to believe. The shop was nondescript enough; tucked politely between a grocery and a small hardware store and barely discernable as a barber shop. The waiting area was comfortable enough and “Liberty Standing Still” was playing on the local English language channel, so the wait was bearable enough. Yes, this fellow knew how to cut hair. He didn’t speak English, but his partner from Morocco knew enough to translate. No electric razors for this crew either. They cut hair the old fashioned way with scissors, a straight razor and a comb; very expert; and very comfortable. Then came the surprise; I had never before had hair on any part of my body removed with hot wax. I cannot say that anymore. My barber plopped a glop of hot wax into and over each earlobe. Initially it was rather soothing. He also plopped smaller portions inside of my nostrils. I had no clue what was going to happen next. He allowed a sufficient amount of time for the wax to cool then became the barber from the nether regions as he forcibly removed not only the cooled wax, but all the hair from the immediate vicinity of both ears and my nose. OUCH! My first “other than military barber” hair cut had been a wonderful experience up until the innovative method of ear and nose hair removal. I had to keep checking to see if I could still wear my glasses; something that would no doubt have been difficult missing a nose and a pair of ears. The barber did earn his fee though, and a goodly tip for being extra careful with his straight razor. Will I return to that establishment again? Well, the military cutters charge only a third of what I spent in the Kuwaiti shop, but then, you don’t get to have your ear and nose hairs ripped out of your head. I suppose it will depend on how much is in the wallet when I need the next haircut. ------------ About the Author: Michael John McCrae has contributed over 300 articles to Useless-Knowledge.com. Email: macswordV@hotmail.com Tell a friend about this site! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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