Occasionally I must drive to Toronto for a meeting or to attend one event or the other. While I love the little town that I live and work in, it sometimes can be fun seeing the sights and sounds of the city. This particular meeting was taking place in the area near the intersections of Yonge and Wellesley. It's an interesting area, lots of neat stuff to see and do. Since I had parked the car uptown and taken the subway down, I had about an hour to spare. Who knew - public transport saves time.
After glancing at my reflection in a store window it was obvious I needed a haircut. I felt a little shabby walking down the streets in the neighborhood and seeing all the smartly dressed men zipping by me. They seemed all so well groomed. Fortunately there were a lot of haircutting places around, every third storefront was dedicated to the cutting of hair and the grooming of men. It was serendipity that I happened to be in this neighbourhood when I was in dire need of a trim.
Not being a particularly fussy fellow, I just walked into the closest barbershop (I think they are still called that). It wasn't at all like the ones I'm used to, it was brightly lit, upbeat music could be heard in the background, and there were a few men in there, some cutting hair and some getting their hair cut.
I was a little surprised at the enthusiastic greeting I recieved "Well hello there, you're new here", I don't ususally get that when I walk into stores at home. I knew I had come to the right place, everybody's hair was just so perfect, I was confident they'd do a good job. I was introduced to a young man named Kevin who had such exceptionally smooth skin that I almost summoned up the courage to enquire what kind of moisturizer he uses. His face glowed. Kevin was going to cut my hair.
Kevin was a very careful barber, and my haircut took about five times as long as the ones back at home do. Usually it's just clipper #2 and straighten the rest out with scissors, but Kevin used all kinds of clippers, scissors and implements that I had never seen before. We chatted while he cut my hair, and I managed to talk right through a couple of uncomfortable crotch to elbow contact moments (the chair was much narrower than I'm used to). Not only did Kevin cut my hair, but he trimmed my eyebrows, shaved the hair that grows out of and all around my ears, and trimmed my nosehairs. Now that's service. After it was all done and I had paid, I even got a big hug from my barber. Wonderful, nobody is ever that friendly at home.
And my hair, my hair looked marvelous, I would have to say that it's the best haircut I ever had. I even have a little tuft of hair in the front that Kevin had managed to tease out and gel to perfection. After promising to ask for Kevin the next time I came back, I left the store and went to the meeting feeling like a new man.
Boy oh boy, this haircut did wonders. There were a couple of fellows at the meeting whom I had seen on previous occasions and never talked to before who paid a great deal of attention to the things I had to say. This new cut seemed to make me a lot more interesting to them. An otherwise boring meeting about policies and funding turned into a rather social occasion for me, as afterward both of these fellows offered me a ride back up to where my car was parked at the Sheppard Centre. I declined and took the subway back, I didn't want to ask too much.
Alas, I have already let Kevin down. This morning while driving to work, I glanced at myself in the rearview mirror and my hair was already a mess. I just can't work the same magic with hair gel that Kevin can. Apparently being fussy about one's appearance is quite a bit of work, and it's something that I'll have to get better at if I want my power haircut to remain effective.
Next time I'm in that neighbourhood (hopefully around haircut time - once every three or four months), I think I'm going to buy some clothes too. It's time I had a new look, and some of the clothes on display were remarkable for their bold statements. I can imagine coming into work wearing some of those fashion statements, everybody would take note of me then, and not just because my hair look so darn good.