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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