I have simple hair. It’s really not a big production, clippers on the back and sides, scissors on the top. Most places take about 10 minutes.
I met Charlie the barber about 4 years ago, drew him in the SuperCuts lotto — next up. Charlie takes pride in his workmanship, took about 25 minutes at SuperCuts. Soon after I started to see him regularly, he changed shops (turns out SuperCuts canned him for taking too long). After SC he cut hair at Recardo’s. Recardo’s was cool and old school, leather barber chairs and girlie mags in the waiting area. They would give you a shave with a straight razor and a hot towel. Like a man spa.
Recardo moved to Vegas, and now Charlie cuts hair out of his home. It’s a little place in Glendale where his mother had lived, still has lots of her stuff. I sit in his kitchen and he goes to work for a good hour and 15 minutes scissors, clippers, more scissors, he seriously cares more about my hair than I do. At the end he holds up the mirror and another one so I can see the back. I can’t see jack without my glasses, but it would hurt his feelings if I didn’t look.
A little warning here, the story gets a little gross after the jump…
So now that he works out of his house, Charlie only cuts hair on the weekends. During the week he has a different job. Charlie works for a company that does bio-hazardous cleanup, aka scrapping guts of stuff. Somebody blows their brains out, these guys come collect the brains, or an old lady dies alone in her house and nobody notices for three weeks until the neighbors start to complain about the smell, yep it’s my barber to the rescue.
This time he’s telling me about a “pack rat” woman who had 3′ – 4′ of garbage all through her house. She would pee in empty glass jars and leave them around. Charlie tells me how he is walking through her house and suddenly crash, the “ground” below him drops out. It turns out the she had a glass coffee table so covered in garbage that he didn’t know he was walking on it. Thankfully in this case somebody found her before she died, and she is now getting the help she needs to cope with her serious mental illness.
The problem is that I’m totally repulsed and don’t really want the guy touching my hair while he talks about shoveling liquid fat out of a couch, and yet it’s like an accident that I can’t look away from. Plus it’s the best haircut I ever had.
Some names have been changed.