You will remember this day for a long ti by domko7777

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My name is Michael. In 1976, when I was already 15 years old and I regularly went to a modern barber shop to have my hair cut. My parents agreed to let my hair cover my ears and slightly cover my shirt collar. At school we had to take pictures, so my parents sent me to my favorite for a little haircut. But I didn't want to be photographed after having my hair done. That's why I went home later in the evening, I said that I didn't have time to go to my modern barbershop.
On the last day before the photo shoot, I also arrived later in the evening. When my father saw me, he got very angry and said that if I don't come home with a haircut, he will cut all my hair and then shave my head clean. I didn't have the courage to negotiate in this situation and immediately ran to my modern barbershop. The barbershop was already locked, but I saw a few customers sitting on the waiting chairs. I was waiting for one of the barbers to open the door so that the customer could leave.
When the barber opened the door, I wanted to go in, the barber told me to come in the morning, that I won't get a haircut today. I was looking for other modern barbershops, but the doors were already locked everywhere. I saw an old fashioned barber shop. I decided to get a haircut at this barber shop. I quickened my pace and as I approached the barber shop I saw 4 boys from our school walking with their father towards the barber shop. Surely they are also going to get their hair cut and I didn't want to let them go before me so that I don't have to wait a long time. I picked up my pace even more and overtook them before entering Nichols Barbershop.
I entered the barbershop and the boys and their father entered right behind me. We all sat down on the waiting chairs. This old barbershop was small, about one barber's chair. Holi was an elderly gentleman, certainly over 50 years old. He was cutting the old man's hair and another old man was waiting on the waiting chair.
The oldest of the boys was 14 years old. His brothers were 13, 11 and 9 years old. The oldest of the boys, his name was Rey, he also knew me from school and asked me if I was also going to get a haircut before taking pictures at school. I said yes and we continued our conversation. The boys' father went to the barber and said something to him. He looked at the waiting chairs and nodded. Then their father came to us, gave Rey money and told them to come home and behave themselves. He said in a raised and stern voice before leaving. You will remember this day for your bad behavior. I began to regret that I had overtaken the boys, because they would probably get a special haircut.
When the boys' father left, the barber was already cutting another customer's hair. I continued talking to Rey. When the barber called another one: I got up and went to the barber's chair. It was big, old, leather. The barber wrapped me in a sheet and tucked it tightly behind the shirt collar. He combed my hair. Without asking me what kind of hairstyle he should give me, he pushed my head to the left side, placed the electric clippers under the hair above the right cheekbone. The barber turned on the clippers, there was a loud sound of their motor, and the barber cut my hair above my cheekbone to the top of my head. My first hair, about 5 inches long, fell on the sheet. The barber continued to cut the hair around the ear. I noticed in the mirror that my ear and the right side of my head were left with only 1/8 inch long stubble. The barber, bent my head forward and proceeded to cut the hair on the back of my head. Before long, he also cut the hair on the left side of my head. He combed the hair on top of my head. When he finished cutting the hair on the top of his head, he combed it forward again and straightened the short bangs about 3 inches above the eyebrows. The hair on the top of the head was only 3/4 inch.
The barber changed the blades on the clippers. And he began to cut the short stubble around his right ear. He continued cutting on the back of the head and above the left ear where I could clearly see the white skin with 1/100 inch fine stubble. Before I could leave the barber's chair, he applied white foam to the back of my head and around my ears, which he gradually scraped off. He applied cheap, smelly cologne to the shaved parts and massaged greasy cream into the remaining short hair and combed the hair. I went to pay the barber for a haircut. He asked, you don't belong to those boys. With tears in my eyes and a trembling voice, I replied, No Mr. Nichols. He smiled and said, you don't have to pay today.
The youngest of the boys was already sitting in the barber's chair. I wanted to run away but Rey called. Michael, sit down for a moment. You were looking at my very short haircut. He said, so you became the victim of a mistake and that he did not expect their father to want to punish them like this. It didn't take long and the youngest of the brothers was replaced by an older brother. Rey said we both have the same hairstyles. Father was right that we will remember this day for a long time. We had clean shaven 2 inch arches above the ears and about 6 inches above the shirt collar.
I said goodbye to the boys and ran home. I didn't want to meet anyone with this new very short haircut. I was angry with myself for outrunning the boys in front of the barber shop. I was afraid of the reaction at school.
My father was very pleased with my hairstyle and carefully examined my head. He asked who cut my hair. I replied that I had been to Nichols barber shop and told him the whole story about the haircut. Dad was smiling and asked me if I would like to be a new customer at Nichols Barber Shop. I strongly rejected this proposal of my father.
I went into the bathroom where I locked myself. In the mirror I looked at my head with a small amount of short hair. I rubbed the back of my head, the smooth skin and then a small section of short stubble that gently irritated my palms. I didn't realize that one hand was stroking the back of my head and the other was on my shorts. I came to my senses just before the erection.
The next day at school was unbearable, no one wanted to believe my story from the barber shop, even though there were 4 other boys with the same haircut walking around the school. The boys laughed and one of the classmates made up a story about how he saw me going to an old-fashioned barbershop with my father. I've never had such a short haircut before, even when I was a very small boy.

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