Barber Shop Shave

Late last week Erin and I were on our way home when I finally broke down. I decided that after months of putting it off, it was time. Time to get a hair cut. It didn't hurt that one of our business partners called me Pippin (Lord of the Rings) after seeing our holiday greeting video :)

As we're new to our neighborhood, we decided to try out the local barber shop on Queen St: George's Barber Shop. As you would expect, George is the owner and the barber. When you walk into his shop, you feel like you're walking onto a movie set. Everything is old fashioned, traditional style barber shop. From the pole outside, to the two people in the front window playing chess (Coming to America anybody?), to the traditional barber chair.

As I was settling in, getting ready to chop what must have been 5 lbs of hair off my head, George asked me if I wanted a shave. Not having had a shave before, I thought it might be fun, especially as I hate shaving. Its kind of like cutting the grass. I know it has to be done, but I wait as long as possible before actually doing it.

Although at times I had images of myself as a mob boss about to get "whacked", overall the experience was really nice. Its one of the few luxuries that we, as men, still have. Women get facials, manicures, pedicures, etc... We can allow a perfect stranger to run a straight blade over our neck.

I know when I put it that way it doesn't make you want to run out and get a barber shop shave, but trust me: If you've never had it done, try it out. You might never shave yourself again!!

Talk to you again soon.
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