Barbers

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.

[elderboy02]

My barber is awesome. He keeps telling me how he is trying to get people to become barbers, but no one wants to do it. He said you can make some good money, but no one wants to go to the 10 or 11 month school to become one