I look like John Lennon!

Or at least my hair does… You see, I finally went for my hair cut after putting it off for the longest time… And the barber, for all his infinite wisdom and constant assurance of giving me a “Soooo-per stylish” haircut, decided that the mop top is the best style for me. People who actually know me should now strive to put that image outta their minds… it’s not a pretty sight, I assure you…

Now, if you thought that was bad, you should’ve seen the next guy…

Anyway, I’ve been putting off this hair cut for the longest time because
1 – I’m using it as a sort of calender… 1 haircut a month means I’ll be home after 6 hair cuts! WOOOOHOOOOOooo!! (please don’t ask…)
2 – The constant water shortages and (completely unannounced) water rationing here means there is a high chance of not being able to wash off those irritating short hair after the hair cut. And doesn’t EVERYONE just hate that feeling? (Incidentally, that is my official reason for not exercising for 2 months plus also… I mean, you MUST take a bath after exercises right? It’s the only considerate thing to do. Imagine the amount of irritation you’ll cause to the people around you…. hmmm… now, THAT might be a reason to start exercising again….)
3 – I think I look better with long hair

Now, as I was saying, I went for my hair cut at 1900H on 11 Jan 08. Take note of the timing. It’s important to the story telling, boys and girls.

So after a 15 minute wait and a hair cut that took around 8 minutes, I was ready to make my payment to the barber at… 1923H. Now, being the resourceful and ever enterprising man that he is, the barber decided to get started on the next head instead of waiting for the nansy pansy guy to fish the money outta his wallet.

So this next guy was getting his hair shaved while I waited around for the opportune moment to make my payment and leave when suddenly….

yup, Electricity Saving Hour kicked in!

WooooHoooooo!!

Everything went dark, so the barber decided to stop and switch on his (battery powered) television. Having nothing better to do and not being able to make my way back in the dark, we sat together in the dark to watch a short game of cricket. It was kinda nice, just the barber, me and the guy with his half cut hair.

30 minutes later (apparently it’s Electricity Saving Half Hour that day), the power came on. I paid my fare and was preparing to leave when I heard…

the sound of profuse begging behind me. Apparently the barber shop closes at 2000H and so it was closing time by the lights came on again. Being the Time-conscious man that he is, the barber decided to close the shop instead of… finishing the half done hair cut. I am not making this up.

Some threats (from the cuttee) and a whole lot of begging (from the ermm… cuttee too) later, the barber decided to be magnanimous to the Sniveling Idiot who had the gall to expect a Full Hair Cut after closing time and took out his scissors to do a bit of trimming to “even out the hair” of the sod (who had, by this time promised that he would be a Good and Loyal Life Long slave Customer and all but offer up his virgin bride as a sacrifice if only the Barber could finish the hair cut)

4 snips later, I took a look at the guy’s head and made one of the most important decisions in my life. I shall be good friends with all barbers. You do not want to piss them off. Especially the ones that own battery power television but no battery power shavers or candles.

Not that I am questioning THAT brilliant decision, of course….

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