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.
December 8th, 2004 at 9:26 am
join the i-cut-my-own-hair-stop-laughing-at-me-right-now-you-meanie club.
December 8th, 2004 at 9:31 am
Nah, I like the atmosphere of an old-fashioned barbershop. I just haven’t found one ’round here yet.
December 8th, 2004 at 10:47 am
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.
December 8th, 2004 at 1:10 pm
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.
December 8th, 2004 at 1:15 pm
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.”
December 8th, 2004 at 1:29 pm
on madison between ridgewood and w 117th on the north side of the street
December 8th, 2004 at 1:57 pm
It’s okay, he’s freggin lying. I, in fact, told him *where it was*. Just not the name.
December 8th, 2004 at 7:23 pm
Kinda creepy — all by yourself.