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By Adam

Haven't had a haircut for a couple of weeks. So, this morning I decided to get one if I got time. I saw a shop and went in. I told the barber to taper the sides tightly and trim the top. As I left the shop, the cut looked ok. I got home and noticed that not only were the sides uneven; but,he did not blend the top into the sides. There was a VERY visable line. So, I stopped at another shop and asked the guy to fix it. He had to cut the sides very short and blend it in with the top which is now so short that I can barely comb it. A bittersweet day-I wanted to cut it short but did not want to do it today. Oh well, it looks ok and now am thinking of going even shorter next time. Any similar experiences?

Reply from wannamohawk

I had a similar experience at the end of the summer. My hair was 3-4 inches long and combed back. I was trying to grow it out so that I could shave it all off and take pictures. I asked for a trim around the back and sides, and the lady snapped a clip on the clippers and went away. Next thing I knew, I could feel the fans breeze on a mid section of the back of my head. The clip (which was apparently old or cracking) broke and i got buzzed. I freaked out at first, but told her to go ahead and finish up, nothing could be done now. I was stunned at my buzzed look (it had not been that way in at least 10 years) but I loved it. I am trying to grow out the hair again, but keep having the urge to cut it. Anyways, mess-ups are fun sometimes!

Reply from Skitch

one day, i wanted to get a haircut; i hadn't had one in awhile. my usual shop was closed [this was around 6pm or so, when the urge to get buzzed is highest]. around the corner from my shop was this tiny shop run by a chinese guy and his old grandfather. i mean OLD. there wasn't barely enough room to sit fown,but i managed to, hoping that i could get the son to cut my hair just like the cop in his chair. his was a nice short flattop just the way i like them. well, needless to say, it was taking a while, and in the interim the grandfather had finished. oh well, ithought;the person's cut looked okay, so i sat in his chair. he shuffled around-put the cape around my neck and just as i was about to tell him what i wanted, he picked up a HUGE pair of clippers and snapped them on. then, standing there, humming clippers in his hand, he asked me in broken english what i wanted. i explained as best i could how i wanted it cut just like the guy next to me, and he kept nodding his head. so he started buzzing and buzzing up my neck and the back of my head, all very methodical and quite relaxing. he took his time, which i like [no quick cuts is my motto] and i found myself being lulled to sleep with the soft chinese music, the mumbling of the other partrons and the buzzing of the clippers... what i didn't take into account was that since i wear glasses, and they were off, the guy in the son's chair had only just started his haircut whan i came in and was being sheared like a sheep...suddenly i was roused by the son, who had stepped over to see how the old man was doing and started shouting at him. i couldn't see what was going on, but he grabbed my head and seemed to be berating him for something he had done to the back of my head with the clippers. i sat there, shell-shocked. what had he done?!!! i wanted to get up and run, but the son swiftly grabbed another pair of big noisy clippers and buzzed up the back of my head over and over, higher and higher, all the while yelling at the old man. oh shit, i thought i didn't know what was happening, but this was going to definately be the shortest haircut i've gotten yet...suddenly, i realized i was getting aroused by this constant buzzing, and before i could stop myself, i had come in my pants. oops.that hadn't happened in a loooong time... finally, he said ,ok that's it, that's what its supposed to do, and went back over to his chair. never again, i thought, never ever again will i come back to this place. the cut was short,all right- i couldn't believe how short it was. i mean SHORT...i didn't need to go back to the barber's for about 2 and a half months. but do you know what? when i need it cut again, i marched right back into that same shop, and willingly sat in the old man's chair again, even though they were both available. how do you like that? the cut had been so scary and thrilling and relaxing all at the same time, i didn't care how long it took him or even how short and botched he cut it.. [and every time i had it buzzed like that there, i came again and again. i couldn't help it it was such a perfect haircut experience.

Reply from FlatsVA

I had a very similar experience today! While on a business trip here in NYC, I went to the Royal Barber Shop to get my 3 week plus flattop cut and a shave. I just received an OK haircut and a mediocore shave, in light of all the great reviews. I was disappointed. Driving back to my hotel I could not help but notice the uneveness of the deck in the rear view mirror and stopped at a small shop and had it leveled to perfection. The second barber, however, took the liberty to recut my entire head after I had instructed him to just fix the top. I think the understanding of the english language factored into him understanding my directions. Needless to say a very short and level flattop, that looks and feels great!

Reply from Danno

Funny you should write that... Last Saturday, I stopped in at a local 'cut-rate' haircut place for a quick cut. The gal there spoke very broken english and when I asked for a high fade, she didn't quite know what I meant so I explained the best I could to her... Well, the cut also had a visible line in it and was very uneven. I left after paying and later that day went to another local barbershop where I should have gone in the first place. The barber did an excellent job with what he had to work with. After I stood up and went for the billfold, he told me that he wouldn't accept anything... He got the satisfaction from seeing what the 'cut-rate' places do.