Jun 02 2008
Another Haircut Story from Mosul
After lunch today, I stopped by Pop’s and Omar’s to get a haircut. Every time I go there, I experience something new. Today the barber was harassing me because of my receding hairline. I had asked to have my hair cut close on the sides and back with a little bit off the top. He had no problem with the taper on the sides and back. But when it came time to trim the top, he didn’t look happy. He turned my head this way and that, pulled at my hair, and finally grew a little exasperated. At that point, he told me he couldn’t really take much off from the front because I didn’t have enough to start with. He even used his fingers to trace my receding hairline in case I didn’t understand his point. After that, he gave a few quick snips with his scissors and called it quits. Once again, he washed my hair; it must be the new thing at Pop’s and Omar’s because he did it two weeks ago for the first time. To finish, instead of a head massage, he cracked my neck. I was a little shocked. I guess he thought I was tense. I never know what to expect at Pop’s and Omar’s!
