uncballzer

Started going to the barber when I was in undergrad--a place just down Franklin St. in Chapel Hill. Ron, Don and Phil. Each gave me a great cut every time. My roommate one day talked me into going to a salon with him--never again will I do that; this lady talked about how long she had been cutting hair and how great she was the whole damn time when I mentioned how I wanted it--she left a full patch of hair on the left uncut! I've been in 2 other towns since, luckily both with several barber shops; I find the one I like the best, and have yet to be truly displeased. Before I had found that first barber shop in Chapel Hill, I had always gotten my hair cut by my cousin's wife at the only salon/stylist in the one street town--so they were everyone's haircutters. Did that for 18 years of my life, now, it's the barber.