It took me a while to finally find my barber shop.
After years of searching and regretfully going to Supercuts a few times, I landed in a barber shop that has all the grit and charm that’s only seen in movies. It’s name is simply “A Barber”.
The first time I went there, Jack cut my hair. Jack is retired Navy and was the previous owner of the shop. So I’m sitting in Jack’s chair when the mailman comes in. He’s a thin Filipino guy who looks pretty rough. Immediately, he and Jesse start arguing about the Dodgers and throwing profanities with each breath. He throws the mail down on the table and continues to berate Jesse about such and such player not living up to the hype.
After a minute of calamity, he stops, looks at Jesse and says, “All right then. See you tomorrow” as he walks out. Shoulder shrug.
I’ve been going here for a couple of years now and it wasn’t until today that I finally had the nerve to bring my camera in and ask to take photos of the shop.
Today’s lesson? Ask and you shall receive.