Drunken Barber

I re­ceived a hair­cut yes­ter­day. I think the bar­ber was drunk. I’d nev­er been to this place be­fore. Joe’s Barbershop in Lakewood. Right next to the crap­pi­est fenc­ing club in Cleveland. I walk in and the place is dead qui­et. Empty.

From the back, some old guy said “I’ll be with you in a minute!” and came out a minute lat­er with a can in one of those rubbery/​plastic keep-your-can coolie/​cozy things. So I got a hair­cut and a beard trim and my neck shaved, and all the while this bar­ber guy is swig­ging from the can in the thinger. He didn’t give me a chance to ap­prove the hair­cut, but whipped off the apron thingy. I took a clos­er look in the mir­ror, and though the hair­cut was a lit­tle ragged, my hair is too short for it to be very no­tice­able. Probably not go­ing back to Joe’s Barbershop though.

I tried go­ing to a bar­ber­shop near­by to Tremont called Pete the Barber, but the ad­dress is a McDonald’s now, which is a bit strange. Perhaps I’ll find a nice place down­town to get my mop chopped.

8 thoughts on “Drunken Barber

  1. There is a bar­ber shop right up the street from my house (lit­er­al­ly, like 8 hous­es away, on the street cor­ner). I’ve heard some good things about it, but have no rea­son to go per­son­al­ly as I on­ly trust my hair to Lesley at reg­is sa­lon.

  2. I told you about that place in Lakewood that’s way old fash­ioned. Call you ‘sir’, shave with a straight ra­zor, fa­ther and son team, with lots of old peo­ple.

  3. Yeah, ex­cept all you told me was that there is some “place in Lakewood that’s way old fash­ioned. Call you ‘sir’, shave with a straight ra­zor, fa­ther and son team, with lots of old peo­ple. I can’t re­mem­ber the name.”

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