Mexican Barbershop.
I needed a haircut. Before I left I asked my haircutter (Tara) whether she might show Ann how to cut my hair. She (sagely) told me to “man up” and make getting a local haircut part of the adventure of the trip. So, hair getting long-can’t put this off any longer. Here are the results:
Took a while to find one, but once you're there, it's unmistakable; this is a barbershop all right.
OK, can't put this off any longer....
Do I look nervous yet?
"Use the #2 clipper and leave the ear..."
Success! I even got a lollipop!
If that was a dentist I’d be nervous. But a barber? Nah. In the worst case, don’t you have the blond wig?
Jeez Bob, did you have to scare the crap out of the barber about screwing up the haircut? He looks petrified.