My Afternoon Haircuts

One of my little foibles (or annoyances, depending on which family member or ex-girlfriend you ask) is that after getting a haircut, I rush home to take a shower. The purpose is to get the cut hair off of my neck and face. The little ends seem to just send me into scratchy-ness. It is the main reason that I schedule my haircuts in the afternoon, after work, when I have nothing to do that evening, so the run home is unimpeded. It has been that way since I can remember and I always wanted that shower even as a kid on a Saturday morning. Needless to say, this afternoon was one of those opportunities.

As a note, the only barber shop I have experienced that didn't get the clippings down my shirt collar or left on my face; i.e., no shower needed, was in Chicago at the nicest tonsorial emporium I have ever had the pleasure to shine a seat in, Trufitt & Hill. At T&H, your chair can be curtained off from all the hub-bub, music is playing softly and your barber whispers their questions to you. Quiet, sweet quiet. I believe they are selling that as much as the haircuts.