A #3 by D.D.

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I push open the door, filling the barbershop with the ring of a bell. I immediately feel the air conditioning, and it feels great after walking through the 35C heat. As I step in, I notice there is no one in the room, just 2 old leather barber chairs and a few chairs at the front to wait in. A female voices calls out from the back and says "I`ll be one minute, just have a seat". With this, I sit down in one of the chairs at the front and wait. It had been over two months since I got my haircut and it sure needed it. It was probably 3" on top and near 1 1/2" on the sides, which I would usually style as to have the front with a swoosh up.

Hearing a noise from the back-room, I look up and see a 25 year old woman walking towards me. She stood about 5'7", had very prominent cheekbones, long blonde hair and was very attractive. She walked to the far barber chair, turned it and said "I'm ready", with a kind smile. I got up and walked to the chair and sat down. She threw a cape over me and buttoned it up, saying "Seems like it's been a while since you got you're hair cut". "yeah, a couple months" I said. She rubbed her hand hand through my hair and said "looks like it has been 4 or 5 to me". "It certainly feels like it" I said in response. Turning to the counter she said "So what'll it be for you today". I though for a moment and said "How about a #3 on the sides and longer on top". She looked at me through the mirror and said " Are you a girl?". "No" I replied bluntly. After snapping on an attachment to the clippers she said "Well then, I'll use a #3, but not on the sides". In once swift and fluid motion, she turned around and grabbed my head firmly. Before I could say a thing, she switched the clippers on and plunged them straight down the middle of my head. Without hesitation she finished the stroke and brought the clippers back to the front and did another pass. "You're a grown man, I'm going to give you a decent haircut. So just sit quietly while I take care of this mop" she said. Thinking that there was nothing I could do now, I sat there quietly as she said. She turned to the counter, switched attachments and without moment of rest went straight to attacking the right side of my head with the clippers. Looking in the mirror and seeing the almost bald side, I figured she was using a #1. She pushed the clippers up again and again, until the sides of my head were almost shaven clean. She put the clippers down then got a smaller pair and cleaned up the edges. Finishing that, she rubbed the top of my head and said "That's better eh?, nice and short for this heat". She undid the cape and I walked to the register to pay, she looked over to me and said "The cuts on me, as long as you come back in a few weeks to keep it neat and tidy". "For sure, thanks" T said, thinking to myself that regardless of the haircut I get, if it goes anything like how this one did, I'll come back in a heartbeat.

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