I come to the cutting room every three to four weeks and wow what can I say.... Best haircut ever is a good start... I step though the threshold hold people flock towards me "can I take your jacket" "would you like a drink?" I'm shown my throne no need to say my name they know, they know who I am! I feel special, I feel exclusively with everything they do. My barber sees me and gives me a look like I know what you've come here for "the usual" I reply "Yes more of the same please!" We engage in conversation, current affairs, sport, work he just knows what to say. After all the pleasantries we get down to the cut it's self the reason I'm here! He confidently man handles my hair showing no restraint on the out of place hairs! They're gone! He shaves he cuts he combs he repeates until we are both in ore of what's just happend.. People may say "living art" in the form of hair I don't know all I know is I look good, ready to take on the world with my new hair cut with a rough and ready look only me and my barber knowing the lengths gone to to achieve this look... We finish, he holds the mirror behind my head "is that ok? Is it long enough on top" I'm shock all I can say is "yes" it's like there's a halo above my head only I can see.. Time has no meaning any more I'm late for work, I don't care I cannot take my eyes off the mirror I'm fixated.. My jacket appears, I exchange money it's all a blur, we shake hands "see you again soon" I can't speak I walk out fresh air hits me like a train back in the room... I look at my reflection in the window "wow" I say out loud and continued on to my daily business...
