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Caped and Shaved (true story) by Jamal
I was out of town for the weekend as I am in Sales and tend to travel from place to place to earn a living. I also forgot to get my usual buzzcut before I went on this country trip for a week. I knew I better get one before the big conference meeting but wasn't sure where to go. Outside my Hotel there wasnt much, maybe a petrol sta tion and a milk bar however as I went on my walk I noticed a very old looking barber shop in the corner. It looked a little run down and rather uninviting but I needed my buzzcut to look presentable at the conference so I took a deep breath and walked in. What was the worst that could happen?
As I entered the inside reflected the outside. There was two big old school barber chairs a table full of magazines that seemed decades old and a couple beaten up waiting chairs across the window. A middle aged Barberette appeared from the back, she would of had to be in her early 50's. She was wearing a black apron which complimented her nicely shaped figure. She was rather assertive and serious, didn't seem like a conversation starter. In a quiet tone without saying Hi she said to me "ready to take a seat with a small inviting grin on her face?". I smiled nervously and made my way to the old pumped up barber chair and took a seat. My feat dangled like a young boy.
She places her hands on my shoulders and says "shaving it all off are we?"...For some reason my throat was all dry and I said "I usually get a No.2 buzzcut". She told me to trust her. I just smiled again and ignored what she may of meant. The Barberette got a piece of neck strip and placed it firmly around my neck then she shook out the large black cape and draped it over me making sure it was snapped tightly around my neck. She then stroked the cape in my shoulder area and smiles and reaches for the clippers.
She tilt my head so far down my chin could feel the coldness of the vinyl cape. I can feel strips of hair coming off and it seemed like a lot. With each stroke of the clippers she firmly held my head. Before I knew it I had a zero buzzcut. I was shocked and she was unfazed. She walks away to grab a hot towel and wraps it around my head and walks away. I was unsure what was happening now and was getting nervous feeling each time I swallowed press against the tightness of the cape. She returns and removes the towel and starts to spread shaving foam over my whole head. She then mumbles to herself "I love doing a headshave".
Before I knew it my head was tilted forward again this time to the feeling of a cutthroat slicing though my remaining stubble. She re-applied cream to my head and shaved my head numerous times and feeling it to ensure it was smooth as silk. My head looked like a glass ball in the mirror. She eventually finished shaving my head and dropped the cutthroat razor in the trolley.
She wiped it down and then applied an alcoholic lotion over my scalp which made my head look even more shiny. She then removes the cape and neckstrip and says "I'm Sue by the way, that'll be $20". I paid Sue and walked out the barbershop feeling my head. What have I done, what will colleagues at the conference think?