I used to go to a place called The Boardroom, men's salon. They didn't throw out women or kids but they wouldn't do a woman cut, sometimes kids. But if the kids were noise they'd run them off. But all female staff. I stopped going because the woman that cut my hair moved all opened her own salon room.
Before I started buzzing my own head I went to a barbershop that was so old school my wife used to laugh. "Do you get a free cigar with every cut?"
Same exact here. Had an old-school barber shop next town over, ran by an old white-hair dude. Decades of expertise.
Then, of course, I got tired of paying for haircuts, bought buzzer to buzz my head every few weeks. That paid for itself pretty quickly.
Naa, it's mostly just don't want mess with me. Just want to relax.
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