Contemporary advertising. by Jajko

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When I was 14, it was fashionable for boys to have long hair. I was one of them. I used to go to a modern barber shop about 4-5 times a year.
For several days, my father warned me to get a haircut. Well, I tried to keep my hair as long as possible.
It was Friday evening, when my father saw that I did not comply with his order again and I was not at the barber, so he got very angry and told me that if I did not get a haircut immediately, he would shave my head with a razor. He informed me that in the morning we are going to my grandparents. He was really angry and I believed he would do it. I quickly got dressed and went to my modern barber to get my hair cut no more than 1/2 inch.
When I got to my barber the door was locked. I slammed them. The barber opened the door for me and informed me that he had a lot of customers to come in the morning and lock the door again. I was left in a panic and went looking for an open barbershop.
After 15 minutes, he entered the ancient barbershop. I sat down on the waiting chair. There were 4 older guys and one woman. I looked at the barber's chair, a boy was sitting there, I realized that the woman was waiting for her son. The boy was about 12 years old and already had very short hair. The barber applied foam to the lower part of his head and around his ears, which he shaved with a razor in time, and the white skin on the boy's head was visible.
Frightened by the boy's short haircut, I got up and left. I was looking for another open barber shop. After about an hour of wandering around town, I couldn't find an open barbershop. It was already 19:30 and the idea that my father would shave my head with a razor could finally be a reality.
I went back to the old barbershop. The old barber was tidying up and about to close the barbershop. He asked me if I came to prosecute, I said yes and he pointed to his chair and told me to sit down.
He wrapped me in a sheet and asked if I had ever been to his place. I answered no. Then he asked me who sent me to him for a haircut. He started combing my hair. I said we were going to my grandparents tomorrow morning and dad sent me to get a haircut.
I was waiting for the familiar question: How should I cut your hair? But the barber took electric scissors and pushed my head forward with his left hand. I felt the coldness of the metal scissors on my neck. When he turned them on, he went up with them from the neck all the way up the back of the head. About 10 inches of hair fell onto the sheet. I started to panic and my neck tightened. More hair was already falling on the sheet. The barber turned my head and also cut the sides of my head. When I was able to stretch out and look in the mirror I saw my ears were hairless and I had about 1/4 inch long hair on the sides of my head. But the barber was already cutting the hair on the top of the head. Here my hair was about 1 inch and was combed forward. He aligned them high above my eyebrows. The barber took another pair of electric scissors, tilted my head to the side and made a big arc around my right ear. He did the same on the other side of the head. He then began cutting the remaining hair from the neck to the back of the head.
When he brushed the hair from the sheet with a brush, he put my head in a forward position, applied warm water and began to use a brush to apply white foam around the ears and on the back, which he gradually scraped. He made small adjustments, applying disinfectant liquid to the bare parts of the head. I turned my head and decided that the boy who was in his chair before had the same hairstyle as I have now.
When I paid the barber for my haircut, he handed me an envelope containing a note for my father. I ran out of the barbershop crying all the way. When I got home, I gave my father a written message from the barber. My father and mother liked my new hairstyle.
The next day at the old barbers, the children from my uncles laughed at my haircut. There were 5 other boys, all with long hair covering their ears and reaching the collar of their shirts.
When we were all sitting at the table, Uncle Michael asked my father about my new haircut. Father replied that I had decided to go to Ornaldo barber shop myself. He also told those present about a message from the barber: The barber recommended to my father that I visit him regularly once every 3 to 6 weeks, and the price for one haircut is very small compared to the modern stylist I used to go to before. He said that if I went to the Ornaldo barber shop every 5 weeks, that would be 10 haircuts in a year, for which I would pay about the same as 2 haircuts at a modern stylist.
On Tuesday, I met Uncle Michael's son at school, who came to school wearing a winter hat. When he took it off his head in the dressing room, he had a fresh haircut from the Ornaldo barbershop, the same as I have.

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