Guys and their Barber

That bond between a man and his barber is unique if not different. It's like someone and their doctor. A relationship built solemnly on trust and respect. No more, no less. You can't disrespect the only man that knows all the corners of your head. The barber shop talk is also unique; football, politics and all general topics. Nothing personal. Your barber doesn't care if you are a CEO or a billionaire. To him you are just another guy in need of a shave. I kid you not when I say you might be the most wanted man in the world and he will shave you without a care. This reminds me of a few months ago when I had a bandage on my left arm. How I got injured is a story for another day but first let's stick to the barber shop. I went in, said hello, sat on the side bench for almost 30 minutes as I waited for him to finish with another client, my turn came, he shaved me and the only words we exchanged in almost 40 minutes were "Should I touch the top?" I answered and we were done.

How this son of a man couldn't notice I was injured and struggling to do basic things like setting up my collar after shaving is something I took time to digest. I later came to understand that like the brocode, the barber shop has it's own unwritten rules. Basicaly it is Ignore everything personal. I will give you another unwritten rule, If you ever find yourself drinking with your barber, it is time for change. Let me tell you a story of a guy who used to drink with a teller at one of the banks he deposited with. This continued for a while and it was clear they were more than drinking buddies. So it happened one day the teller was short on cash and wanted his friend to sort his bills. The guy said he was also short on cash and could not afford to sponsor him. This provoked the teller guy so much that he ended up bloating out the guys actual account balance. Of many other reasons,this is why you should never hangout with anyone who serves you on a personal level. Imagine having a drunk confrontation with your gynacoloist.*I know that was not funny* It can get messy really quick. Just one line and your esteem will never recover. Now back to the barbershop. It is one of the safest place for a man to shelve his manhood for few minutes. Nowhere else in this universe can a man allow another man to touch his head, let alone his face. We haven't talked about those facial scrubs that when done outside the barbershop,you will be labelled as being a member of the rainbow coalition *forgive my homophobia*. There is nothing as refreshing as getting that massage after a haircut, not from your barber of course. I have visited few barber shops in my short life and I tend to think all this massaours working in barber shops graduated from the same school. Their style is almost the same if not similar. If you are a man reading this I hope you will forgive me for disclosing what goes on inside one of our safest places, but again even freemasons leaked part of their world and the universe didn't collapse. This massaousurs have a style where they stand so close behind you while rubbing your head that their boobies caresses your back in a somehow rythimical way. Thank God there is a mirror infront of you to tame your already perverted mind or else men would be coming from a haircut with their hand far inside their pocket *if you know, you know*.

Then comes the time to pay and for some reason you always feel the urge to tip your barber. I tend to think that deep down you feel you have let your guard down and you have to compensate that monentarily.

What happens when he makes a mistake? You run, run to the other shop down the street to ensure that the guy who ruined your weekly look understands how much you cherish your hair. Changing barbers is like a breakup, first you feel guilty. You can't look each other directly in the eye when you meet. He wonders why you left him, whereas you feel guilty for leaving him. It happens for few months, then it becomes normal. You become buddies and he invites you for a haircut, you consider it in your head but again you know the cycle and can't afford another 3 months of weirdness. Cheers to the men who make us look good *all pun intended*