On Thursday, Sept. 24th, I had my hair cut. It was only the second time I've had my hair cut in France. I try not to have people who I don't understand what they are saying, touch me...you touch me, I'll kill ya.
The first time I had it cut it was by the artistic, life-coach, Max, who when I told him I typically use a #3 razor to cut the sides of my hair, he refused and showed a resemblance to Edward Sceissothands! Seriously, he was clipping away at an amazing pace, without stopping to measure or workin a comb. He made me an expresso and then at one point, stopped cutting and demanded I finish my expresso before it got cold. A shot of expresso is a terrible thing to waste in France. The other thing he asked me to do was grow sideburns. Kinda funny. Historically I haven't been involved with a lot of hair growth. I tried this for about a week but started to look like one of the Klopek's in the Tom Hanks movie The Burbs.
I didn't go back to Max Pour L'homme, he was too expensive (33 euros) and he would have been disappointed in me. Instead, I went to the mall hair shop (only 16 euros) and actually found a gal who spoke some English to cut my hair. When I told her I typically use a #3 razor, she looked surprised and said "that's very short". I knew a #3 as being short as well but didn't think anything of it and said "no problem, go for it". So after she cut one side of my head, she said "there it is". I looked up and couldn't believe it. It looked shorter than I've ever seen it. She asked where I usually get it cut and I said "ahhh...in the US". She smiled and said "I think the US is a 3 centimeter razor, where we are using a 3 millimeter". Ohhhh....rigggght.
Anyway, sorry for the long Facebook-like status update. I'm just writing this as a service to anyone who comes from the US to Europe and gets their haircut. Know that, your hair could end up 10 times shorter than you thought.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
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