Thinking of barber shops and my mind drifts...
Being married to a hairdresser, it could be free. However, since he's been legally blind since his stroke in '95, I go to a old-fashioned military barber shop right outside the gates of Ft. Jackson, here in Columbia. A dry cut is $10 and I give the owner a $5 tip. Yeah, I know all about tipping the owner,and I fully realize that a 50% tip is excessive. His wife works in the chair next to his. He's one of the last of a fading breed..the old-fashioned straight razor barber. One can't even get a barber's certification in this state anymore (according to him,)and there aren't anymore "barber schools" left in South Carolina, only Cosmetologist Academies.
There ain't no "shampooing" or "cosmetizing" goin' on in there..it's a man's domain, and I have to struggle to keep up with the sports talk and the hunting talk. I mostly just nod and agree with the majority of opinion, except when the talk turns to "queers". It appears there is a hispanic gay bar soon opening across the street from this testosterone laden den, and lately it's been a lot of conversation. Part of me knows I shouldn't be supporting such latent hate-talk, but, the little head usually wins out, knowing what I'll see in there.
I'd pay much more than $15.00 to just sit there all day and watch the parade of soldiers and Highway Patrolmen walk in and sit down, most of whom are in painted-on uniforms. The sheer beauty of some of these men is sometimes just breathtaking. They'll sit there and natter on about football, politics, their girlfriends/wives and kids,unaware of just how cute they are. But, every great now and then, I'll subtly cruise one who'll cut his eyes at me "a certain way" and then I've got a case of "..don't ask, don't tell" going on. Were it not my appointment next, I'd be following Mr. Soldier/Patrolman out into the parking lot. He wouldn't have to ask, and I wouldn't tell.
But I need to get in the chair, and my cut takes quite awhile. I always get a razor cut around my ears, and an un-asked for shoulder and scalp massage from the owner...maybe/probably the result of my excessive tip, or the fact that I don't object to it a bit like the average straight man might.
So, the barber shop fantasy scenario remains that.. a fantasy.
