The haircut...
I bit the bullet...Time to pay some Turkish fella £10 to cut my hair. I went down to the usual place and took my seat in the chair. Not only was my normal hairdresser there to give me the usual (Turk 1), but also the guy from next door's womens salon (Turk 2). For some reason we always eyeball each other when I walk past everyday. I know he doesn't like me for a fact. Anyway, Turk 1 sits me down, and goes into the room with Turk 2. They shut the door...What is it they are doing that necessitates shutting the door? Is there a conspiracy against the Asian guy who comes in once a month? I start to get extremely paranoid...
Turk 1 comes out and starts the usual proceedings. He chops here, cuts there. Then all of a sudden he says "Today I give you sexy haircut". I build the courage to stammer out a "no, it's ok, just the usual". He says, "I make it shorter for you, sexy". I start to plan my escape. I haven't got a bag, there's nothing to grab. All I have to do is jump out, and start sprinting in the easterly direction. I take note of the waiting stool I may have to negotiate around, but other than that, it seems like a clear path to the door. But for some reason I can't move. It's like Milgram's Social Experiment and I have just opted to shock the person next door to a painful death. I let him do as he pleases.
From the room emerges Turk 2. Turk 1 who has now stopped cutting my hair says to to him, "deka deka deka deka Australia....deka deka deka deka...chinese". To which Turk 2 looks at my hair and says "deka deka, deka, deka". I really start to shit myself now. What the hell is going on. Turk 2 exits.
Finally it seems the haircut is at the end. I am given the back mirror. But for what reason? Has anyone in the history of haircuts ever said its not ok? Surprisingly, it seems ok and everything else seems fine too. What the hell just happened. I definitely missed something. Did they steal a strain of my hair to take away for genetic research? Did they put semen in my hair instead of wax as some sort of sick joke? I really don't know. All I do know, is that for £10 a pop, I'll be back in one month.
Turk 1 comes out and starts the usual proceedings. He chops here, cuts there. Then all of a sudden he says "Today I give you sexy haircut". I build the courage to stammer out a "no, it's ok, just the usual". He says, "I make it shorter for you, sexy". I start to plan my escape. I haven't got a bag, there's nothing to grab. All I have to do is jump out, and start sprinting in the easterly direction. I take note of the waiting stool I may have to negotiate around, but other than that, it seems like a clear path to the door. But for some reason I can't move. It's like Milgram's Social Experiment and I have just opted to shock the person next door to a painful death. I let him do as he pleases.
From the room emerges Turk 2. Turk 1 who has now stopped cutting my hair says to to him, "deka deka deka deka Australia....deka deka deka deka...chinese". To which Turk 2 looks at my hair and says "deka deka, deka, deka". I really start to shit myself now. What the hell is going on. Turk 2 exits.
Finally it seems the haircut is at the end. I am given the back mirror. But for what reason? Has anyone in the history of haircuts ever said its not ok? Surprisingly, it seems ok and everything else seems fine too. What the hell just happened. I definitely missed something. Did they steal a strain of my hair to take away for genetic research? Did they put semen in my hair instead of wax as some sort of sick joke? I really don't know. All I do know, is that for £10 a pop, I'll be back in one month.
posted by Juls Chong at 11:54 AM
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