Barber Infidelity

Credit my brother-in-law (BIL) for this great story / anecdote.

"Finding a good barber is like finding a good lawyer - you gotta go to the same guy."

- Ronny Chieng

The story begins with my BIL getting a haircut. He goes to the same reliable barber who does a good, solid job with his hair. One day, he goes to the same barber shop, but his regular barber isn't there. So he gets his hair cut by the barber who has the station next to his regular barber. The issue, the new barber does a better job than his regular barber...

So much better in fact, that my BIL has been getting his hair cut on the days his regular barber is off... Now we've entered the near-illicit domain of "barber infidelity." I can just imagine what goes on in that barber chair week after week(cue John Legend)... 

"Dude oh, though you give these great cuts to me

Dude I know I'm not the only one you see

But he don't have to know, he don't have to know

Oh its getting crazy and I don't want to hurt my barber

And I'll know its supposed to be the last time for you and I

But let's not end this way just wait another day..."

Which brings us to today, my BIL couldn't get his hair cut from his "side piece" on the regular's day off and needed a haircut, so rather than risking the extremely awkward and potentially mortifying situation of showing up and having to admit to your regular barber that you've been seeing someone else (and that someone else has been standing right next to you for years), he went to a completely different barber shop.

But we all know barbers recognize their work... If it's been a long time since you've seen them and your cut looks fresh or well-maintained, they know... If my BIL ever runs into his regular barber on the street, I can only imagine how the situation will play out (paraphrasing Haruki Murakami): 

“I think you still like my haircuts, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for going to another barber. I’m not angry, either. I should be, but I’m not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong.”

 Moral of the story: "Forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest, but it's aftertaste is bitter." -John F. Kennedy

Until the next time!

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