Wednesday, 25 December 2013
"Their are professional Barbers' and those who pretend to be Barbers' all over the world"
If you know a Barber Shop anywhere in the world that provides NO Messing around quality Short Back and Sides and High &Tight Haircuts please tell us
Tell us the country, location, name of your favorite Barber and anything you think makes him the best Barber for you or your once long haired son's
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Monday, 16 December 2013
A Busy Day at Master Barber's Busy Barber Shop (Part 14)
As Sir walked towards back towards the Barber Shop’s front door he turned and looked at the younger lady haircutter and said “sweep up the piles of hair while I get a quick puff please
Analyn“ all I could think of was the images of my grandfather’s fortnightly shearing of my curly blond hair in the backyard that filled my head at the spur of the moment.
My grandfather would arrive at our house in his 1960’s white ford falcon together with my grandmother; park it on the front lawn seeing we had no garage or carport.
As a school boy in my teens, wearing knee length shorts which were previously my old and faded Levies Blue Denim Jeans, before I took to them with my mother dress making shears transforming them to knee length shorts and my trademark white Levies crew neck tee-shirt. I was my grandmother’s first and favorite grandson.
My parents were poor and had no money in those days to pay for Barber Shop Haircuts on a regular basis. I attended a very strict boy’s grammar school and our hair had to be kept very short and meticulous in line with the schools haircut policy or otherwise be subjected to a caning from the Headmaster at morning assembly in front of the whole school.
May father made barely enough to pay the bills, and the little pocket money my parents gave me every month barely paid for daily visits to the school tuck shop. My clothes were either hand downs from friends and relatives or bought from second hand stores around town, as it was all my parents could afford.
My clothes weren't great so I often got creative and would cut them up and mix the different garments together, especially my old long sleeve white school shirts. I loved wearing white with my denim shorts and was seen dressed in a hacked old white school shirt or levies crew neck tee shirt whenever I was not wearing my school uniform.
I had created what was considered a funkier wardrobe and given myself an edgy new style standing out among my friends at times.
My hair was always becoming a problem as it grew back quickly and my parents just couldn't afford to get it cut for me in a proper barber shop or salon and I really had no choice or option to keep it long save me having an awfully saw bum and palms as a result of the headmasters caning for not wearing a regulation school haircut.
Caning a form of Corporal Punishment was and is still allowed at some of the elite grammar schools around the world.
Every Monday morning all twelve hundred (1200) boys stood in perfect straight lines as the school’s prefects would walk the isles of the assembly hall and do their hair and attire check inspection during morning assembly. This happened each and every week of the school term without fail on each and every boy.
Boys would be standing up straight at attention facing the stage at the front of the assembly hall with their hands behind their backs and not a word spoken. Prefects would walk down each isle and check each boys hair, to ensure is was not touching his ears or collar, that is was neatly parted and combed with no hair protruding on the boy’s fringe. When a boy did not pass the hair and attire check / inspection the prefect would simply tap the boy on his right shoulder and say front and center boy.
Our hair had to be cut short back and sides, a very high and tight fade with a part down the left side at all times and was always to be the perfect image of a kid out of the 1950's.
When a boy was tapped on the right shoulder we weren't allowed to question the prefect or say a single word we simply left the isle and went to the front of the assembly hall and formed a straight line with our backs facing the stage where we again stood at attention for the duration of the assembly until the headmaster reached the end of his talk and closed by saying with a stern voice “it’s time ……its time……”.
The Headmaster would then make his was down from the stage his cane in hand and go to the fist boy in line, tap the cane gently against the boys hand and say hand out boy indicating it was time to hold out your right hand with open palm before he commenced the caning.
Their was always allot of talk around the school of ideas for reducing the sting of the cane on ones’ hand. The most common one was where we would spit on our hands and then vigorously rub our hands together before the caning. I don't know if it made any difference at all, because I never had the guts to try it but at least you had the feeling that you could have done something.
At our school if the Headmaster caught you trying to reduce the pain of his cane by spitting on your hand or even pulling your hand away to avoid the caning, he would immediately pull a chair forward and tap the cane gently against the seat telling you to remove your blazer, then to lower your charcoal grey trousers and underpants in front of the whole school before bending forward and leaning on the back of the chair that faced you. Once in this state the humiliation of this was nothing compared to the strokes caused to ones bum.
If the caning was to your hand you got three strokes, however if it ended up on the bum it was automatically increased to six strokes.
For my first of many caning's for different reasons whilst at school I felt very vulnerable and small at that moment, knowing that there was now no escape from my first ever proper beating simply for not listening to my grandmothers’ call to head my grandfathers’ voice repeatedly calling me out to the backyard for my shearing on the Sunday.
I couldn't stop screaming and sobbing from the beginning and pulled my had away before the first stroke of the cane made contact resulting in my worst nightmare.
Soon I was lowering my charcoal grey trousers and underpants in front of the whole school before bending forward and leaning on the back of the chair that faced me and the world seemed to stand still.
It must have only taken a few seconds for the caning to commence, but to me it seemed like hours. I had seen cane marks on the bottoms of other boys who had had it before me and when we went in the showers after Physical Education (PE) lessons, and my best friend had already been caned a couple of times for not getting his haircut too and had talked to me about it, saying that it hurt with a kind of intense burning feeling in a thin line right across ones bum.
I guess I was kind of curious to know what it would be like, but at the same time I was also terrified, as my parents had only ever spanked me with their hands up to that time. I realized that the cane would be worse than a hand spanking.
With a high whistling swishy noise, the cane swung through the air, and with a cracking sound like a pistol being fired it made its impact across the middle of my tender bottom. I gasped and closed my eyes. Ouch! It hurt more than I had anticipated, and all my instincts told me to jump up and rub my sore bottom better.
I knew that I had to stay down and take my punishment though, or I would only make things worse for myself - I was after all receiving this caning on my bum for attempting to evade the same by pulling away my hand.
Another swish in the air behind me alerted me to the imminent arrival of the second stroke across my bottom. I scarcely had a moment to register the thought though, before the terrible sharp cracking noise echoed around the room accompanying the appearance of a second line of pain across my poor bum! If anything the second stroke, just a little below the first, hurt even more, and I think on this occasion I let out a yell of anguish.
The Headmaster showed no mercy to my suffering form though, and took aim again and again for the third, fourth, fifth and sixth stroke. With a swish and a crack, one sharp cutting pain after another was administered across the lower part of my buttocks, as I howled in agony, clawing pathetically at the chair.
The Headmaster then told me to stand up, which I did somewhat painfully. "Now let that be a lesson next time you decide not to get your haircut boy" he told me, before to the next boy in line.
After the caning we would go to the loos and compare marks and then run the cold tap over our faces to wash away the tears.
As soon as I was out of assembly hall, my hands went to my bottom, rubbing the stinging marks under my trousers and pants, and I immediately started crying - I just couldn't help myself, it was a shock reaction and also a relief that the ordeal was over.
I tried very hard to pull myself together before I arrived late at my lesson, but my red eyes would have told everyone that I'd been crying, and the discomfort with which I sat on my chair would surely have made it obvious as to why and the horrific memory was repeatedly triggered with my grandfather’s voice repeatedly calling me out to the backyard for my shearing on a Sunday and my grandmothers’ call to head my grandfathers’ voice and get my buttocks in the chair out in the backyard.
It was two days before my birthday and as usual my grandfather was in our backyard watering his tomato plants when my mother and grandmother looked at with a smile on their faces me and said “your grandfather is waiting for you isn't he?”
“No mummy he is watering his tomato's” I answered as I continued watching the football game on the old television set in the family room facing the porch and backyard.
Grandma suddenly stood up stuck her head out on the porch and said to Grandpa in a loud voice “for the love of god could you please leave the darn tomato's for now to slash off and hack short your grandson’s overgrown tresses of hair before his birthday and school tomorrow pa”.
My mum at this point had already gone to the laundry room and taken out an old table cloth that grandpa always used as a cape when he gave me a haircut as well as a small face towel and had them ready in her hand.
There was no reply from Grandpa, but I could see him look at Grandma, smile and shake his head in agreement. He had a habit of shaking his head from side to side when he meant "yes. This is a curious non-verbal way of agreeing most common in the Indian culture even though Grandpa had no Indian heritage or blood whatsoever.
He always told me that it was a habit he picked up from his old army mates, so it was rare that he would be heard saying yes repeatedly to anything and all had learnt to be careful of how we interpreted his signals.
I realized at this point that a shearing was about to take place that day as mummy and grandma's way of getting me to remember this birthday and ready myself for another Monday school assembly.
My grandpa was incredibly hospitable, and sometimes is easily offended and angered if refused or ignored. It was not uncommon for him to invite someone in from off the street or a neighbor for tea or coffee whilst he kept busy in the backyard or even to watch as he took to shearing my head like sheep. It was common for a neighbor or even a stranger to sit on the grass or concrete patio landing floor with their legs crossed sipping tea or coffee and watching me getting shorn.
At the back of my mind was the horrific caning which I could face again and deep down in my heart, I really wanted to hear grandfather’s voice calling me out to the backyard for my shearing but was too shy to say so or remind mummy or grandma let alone grandpa.
Just thinking back my hair was actually getting too long since my last shearing some six weeks earlier before my exam session and I really wanted him to say or do something about it. It was getting too long and it needed something done otherwise I was guaranteed a canning on Monday as the prefects would not overlook my hair’s scruffiness again as it was becoming too obvious.
From the minute I got home on Friday night after school and looked in the mirror, I could not stop being nervous about going to school on Monday looking the way I did.
I even called Grandma on Friday night to say hello and ask her if she and Grandpa were coming over this weekend as I missed them and wanted to eat some of her famous Lentil Soup. The reality and deep down truth was that I hated her Lentil soup but wanted very much for her to remind Grandpa my boofy head covered with curly blond hair tresses needed another serious crop and schoolboy shearing.
The football game was now in its last two minutes of play and my favorite team had lost by two goals as I suddenly heard my Grandma turn to Mummy and say where is that table cloth and face towel you had in your hand..? with a serious tone of voice.
Mummy replied “right there on the sofa next to the coffee table” and smiled at Grandma knowing well what was to soon become of her boy’s messy curly blond hair tresses.
Grandma took the table cloth and face towel and made her way out to the backyard taking with her the red plastic chair and folded card table from the porch and placed them on the grass at the end of the concrete patio landing floor.
She then looked at Grandpa with her hands at herb waste and said “the football game is finishing and your tomato plants can wait… now go get your stuff from the car and stop wasting time…”in a very loud and serious voice.
Grandpa just looked at Grandma and again smiled and shook his head in agreement, which indicated that he agreed and was saying "yes…OK”.
The siren went and the Footy game was over so I got up and made my way to the fridge for a glass of chocolate milk to cool down.
Just as I was about to sit on the sofa next to Grandma, I could see Grandpa unfolding the card table and positioning it on the lawn to right of the red plastic chair before walking back to his car parked on the front lawn.
I pretended as if I did not know what was going on and said “Mummy can I go to the neighbors house next door for a while…………please Mummy?”
Mummy made eye contact with Grandma and said to me “No going anywhere… your Grandpa will be calling you to the backyard any minute I think” with a smile and sigh of relief on her face.
True to her words Grandpa could now be seen emptying his brown leather bag of his barber tools onto the card table and laying them out. He then took the container of talcum powder out of his bag, placed it on the table removing the lid and checking that the sponge he used to apply it was there.
He then took to oiling his Smith Chu Professional Manual hair clippers before opening a new packet of double edge blades and replacing the blades on his Stylist Barber Comb, and Double Edged Hair Trimmer Razor Comb.
With the old blades he just replaced in a tissue in his hand he walked back to patio landing and to the sliding door between the patio and the family room where we were, looked at Mummy and said “OK, put these in the rubbish and get me some water in a soup bowl please” before walking back to the card table.
He picked up the table cloth and face towel and put them at the corner of the card table closest the back of the chair before raising his head to face me and all could hear grandfather’s voice calling me out to the backyard for my shearing, which again I pretended to ignore the first time and second time before Mummy said “get your backside out to the backyard now before I drag you and take this bowl of water with you” with a serious look on her face.
I slowly got up off the sofa next to Grandma, and took the bowl of water from Mummy’s hands before I sauntered dragging my feet thus walked in a very slow and relaxed way towards the sliding door between the patio and the family room, once my feet touched the concrete patio landing I remember Swaggering and walking with a sense of urgency, aggressive self-confidence, stealthily towards the red plastic chair as if I were Charlie in pursuit of his Golden Ticket opportunity into Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory.
After all Charlie was a poor boy just as desperate for the opportunity to tour the most eccentric and wonderful candy factory of all as I was a poor boy desperate to rid myself of the boofy head covered with curly blond hair tresses let alone another Monday caning.
Crazy as it might sound my parents were so poor they could not afford to pay two dollars or so to a hole-in-the-wall type barber in my area for my much needed regular serious crop and schoolboy shearing.
Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory was a family musical movie back in 1971.
As my buttocks neared the front of the red plastic chair, grandpa took the bowl of water from my hands and placed it on the unfolded the card table, positioning it just next to the talcum powder before he put his hand on my shoulder and pulled me back into the red plastic chair which was his barber’s chair.
I slid into the chair and ran my fingers through the curly tresses that covered my fringe one more time knowing that soon it would be all gone and only another figment of my childhood imagination.
“Your hair is so thick and grows back so quickly, what am I going to do with you?” grandpa asked me as he reached for the table cloth being his cape.
He picked up the cape and with a sudden violent flick emanating from the action placed it around my body, simultaneously pulling the cape up securely and forcing it around my neck, pinning it securely and fastening it tightly around my neck and covering up my white tee shirt and knee length denim shorts.
Grandpa then muttered” really short this time I think” as he picked up a comb and walked around my left side and combed out my tresses.
He soon put down the comb and took the sponge sitting on top of the container of talcum powder and dabbed it into the talc before applying talc on the hair at the sides, sideburns, then the back of my head and neckline that were soaked of perspiration.
Talcum powder (Talc) is commonly applied by barbers before a haircut especially when the customer has perspiration, long hair and is about to have it cut short. Barbers’ will never cut wet hair with clippers or a Hair Razor Comb because wet hair will make the cutting process uneven and cause the blades to rust. Applying Talcum powder will help to dry perspiration up, keep the hairs from adhering to the skin and ease the cutting process for the blades ensuring a more even crop.
His hand returned to the container of Talc a number of times dabbing the sponge more and more and ensuring he had applied talcum on both sides and at the back.
As he tilted my head forward and applied the talc at the back, my grandma could be heard yelling out to him “make it nice and short pap”. The words pap, gramps and grand pappy are slang for Grandpa.
Soon he let go of my head for a few seconds as I looked up and saw the smile on Mummy and Grandma’s faces standing at the sliding door between the patio and the family room enjoying the sight my hair being shorn off.
Grandpa now turned to his Smith Chu Professional hair cutting tool combination set laid out in a leather case he had previously unzipped and placed on the card table and picked up his Hair Razor Comb a Double Edged Hair Trimmer and Cutter Comb before he came back behind me again and abruptly without notice tilted my head straight down to my chest and began working his Razor Comb at the back of my head.
All I could feel was the screech of the razor blades munching into my tresses of thick blond hair, and all I could see is small curls of hair fall onto my lap. Stroke after stroke of the razor comb small curls of hair continued to rain down onto my lap until there was a sudden break for a few seconds before the blades could be felt munching into my hair again but it was now a much deeper munching sound.
All I could see now was my chest and the much longer chunks of hair that continued to rain down on to my lap and the grass. Grandpa had obviously switched from the trim side of the Razor Comb to the Cut or Crop side thus the deeper munching sound as more hair was being cut off. Hair Razor Combs are commonly Double Edged and offer for different gradual cutting lengths being trim, cut, crop and shave. Shave was off course the very shortest.
The piles of hair in my lap were getting bigger and bigger by the minute, as he let go of my head and moved to my left side and tilted my head towards the right. He took to it with the Razor Comb showing no mercy as he immediately opted for the Cut or Crop side as longer chunks of hair continued to rain down on to my lap and the grass.
Some would have expected this young school boy to be heard sulking he continued seeing the piles of her blond tresses cover the lawn around the barbers’ chair before my very own eyes. It was not apparent but I felt overwhelmed at the thought of another caning and could only breathe a sigh of relief as more and more of my tresses continued to rain down and cover that green grass.
Around to my right side he now moved tilting my head abruptly towards left and taking to it with his the Razor Comb and showing no mercy as he again opted immediately for the Cut or Crop side as longer chunks of hair continued to rain down on to my lap and the grass.
The deep munching of the blades continued for some minutes on my left side before he let go of my head and I could look up at sky for what appeared to be a long-time but in reality was only a minute or so before Grandpa picked up his dusting brush and brushed off all the chunks of hair resting on my neck and shoulder into my lap and onto the grass.
The dusting brush was back on the unfolded card table and Grandpa picked up his Andis Comb and Smith Chu Professional Barber Scissors.
He walked around to my left side again and started combing out the area he had already cut with the Razor Comb. He slid his comb into my hair and dove in with his scissors. I watched in astonishment at how fast he cut away at my hair on my left side, neatening up the area over my left ear with his scissors over his comb down to a tapered slope.
Chunks of hair more than 15” in length continued raining down onto the cape in front of me time after time. He came back around behind me and started by tilting my head forward again and cutting away at the back, cutting off all the 15” or longer lengths and working away neatening up the back of my head with his scissors over his comb down to a tapered slope.
He let go of my head yet again as he moved his way around to my right side and continued sliding his comb into my hair and diving in with his scissors until my hair was taken off to its new short length tapered slope.
I watched in astonishment and a sense of respect and admiration at how fast he continued to cut away at my hair.
Now, put his Andis Comb and Smith Chu Professional Barber Scissors down again for a few seconds and took to wet the locks of hair on top of my head.
He came around to my left side and using his comb sectioned off the wet locks of hair on top of my head creating a part down the left side before he began cutting away reducing it to what felt like only a few inches long on top.
All I could feel were the scissors cranking and crunching their way through chunks of wet hair that rained down onto my lap as Grandpa showed no mercy and made quick work my hair’s shearing and accounting for the words” really short this time I think” he had muttered earlier after having pulled the cape up securely and forced it around my neck.
My Mummy and Grandma walked out into the backyard and made their way along concrete patio landing towards the red plastic chair where my buttocks were rested and neared the front of the chair to inspect my shearing in progress.
My Grandpa’s scissors continued crunching their way through chunks of my wet hair as Grandma commented “a little shorter on the top would be better” then Mummy walked to the back of the chair and said “shorter at his back and sides too…his hair is thick and grows back quickly”.
Grandma added “I thinks so too Pap…..nice and short better pap”.
Grandpa (Pap) said nothing but could be seen smile and shake his head in agreement, which indicated that he agreed and was saying "yes…OK”. He now continued to slide his comb into my hair and dive in with his scissors but with a sense of more urgency and speed.
The feeling and sound of scissors crunching their way through my wet hair suddenly stopped and the hair on the top of my head was taken off to its new shorter length which felt like it was less than three or so inches long on top.
He picked up his Smith Chu Professional Manual hair clippers and Andis Comb again and moved to the back of my head, tilted my head down to my chest and cleaned up the back leaving it shorter with a nice sloped taper to the longer length on top.
He was very fast with the cutting and soon let go of head moving to my right side tilting my head to the left and cutting away at my hair on my right side, neatening up the area over my right ear and leaving me with an even shorter tapered slope as suggested by Mummy and Grandma.
All I could feel was the manual clippers work their way shearing my tresses down to a schools boy’s regulation short …. Short Back and Sides.
Grandpa let go of head moving to my left side tilting my head to the right and cutting away at my hair on my left side, neatening up the area over my left ear and leaving me with an even shorter tapered slope.
He then used a straight razor to shave clean my neck and the hairline behind my ears, before picking up his dusting brush to give me a light dusting with some manly smelling talc and soothe the skin after its close encounter with the straight edge razor.
I remember how I shook at the sensation of the straight razor. I felt him slide his thumb around my ears and move in quickly after with the straight razor, shaving around my ears towards my nape. He would wipe the razor on the face towel he placed on my shoulder before starting with straight razor and continue with the next part.
Grandpa again turned to the card table and used the bowl of water to slightly dampen my hair then turned to the unfolded card table, his work bench and opened a jar of Brylcreem. I recognized the jar as my grandfather always used it on my head or that of my cousins or neighbors kids after giving anyone of them a shearing in the backyard or kitchen if it was a rainy day.
It became a norm for cousins and neighbors to visit our house when Grandma and Grandpa were there bringing the kids for their shearing.
Grandpa grabbed a large dollop of the Brylcreem and massaged it slowly into my hair. He worked it in by running his hands though my hair until every hair was thoroughly greased.
Again he put his hand back in the jar and added another dollop and another until my thick hair was extremely shiny with grease.
Soon he went back to his card table and picked up his Short Toothed Barbers Styling Comb before returning from behind the barbers’ chair and without saying word firmly grasped and tilted my head back towards him.
He combed my hair into place, taking care to create a sharp part and swept back style with his trademark schoolboy sleeked back fringe that just barely covered a boy’s forehead.
He let go of my head, took his handheld mirror from the card table and held it in front me so that I could see myself and said “much better now…. much better”.
I was a bit surprised at the image of the new short haircut in front of me as it was shorter than any of my previous shearing’s and knew that this would become the norm from now on not only for me but all the cousins and or neighbors kids .
I smiled as I took in my reflection, barely recognized myself -- a kid out of the 1950's looked back at me from the mirror. My hair was cut in a very high and tight fade with a part down the left side.
Grandpa now unpinned the table cloth, his barbers cape and slid the cape off me before he looked towards Mummy and Grandma saying “Ma call Milosz and ask him to bring his two boys for their haircut seeing I am all set up now” as he ushered me out of the chair.
At the back of my mind and deep down in my heart all I could do is celebrate the joy of not having to endure another horrific caning which I would have without any doubt faced on Monday had Grandpa not indulged me with a backyard shearing.
Surprisingly my Grandpa smiled as he spoke out and could be heard saying out loud “Very nice ….. Very Short…. I must say” as I walked back towards the family room.
Milosz, was our next door neighbor and his two sons both of the same age as me attended the same school as me and faced a caning for their overgrown long hair more often then I did.
Mummy told me to go next door and ask Uncle Milosz if he wanted to send his boys Antoine and Silvio over for Grandpa to take care of.
I went over and knocked on the door, Uncle Milosz opened the door and greeted me saying very nice haircut... very nice” Grandpa said “bring Antoine and Silvio over now for their haircut seeing he is all set up now” .
“That would be great, we’ll be there in a few minutes” Uncle Milosz said as he turned towards the passage way and yelled out “boys off your asses now and get you haircuts now” to his sons.
Silvio was quick to reply “OK daddy” and came to the front door with a smile on his face, looked at me and said “wow you won’t be getting the thrashing of the cane on Monday will you….lets go…”. I smiled and said “you like it…………it’s really short and knowing Pap your about to be shorn the same”.
“Off you go then………I will bring your lazy brother over soon” said Uncle Milosz to Silvio and me.
As we walked back home, Silvio looked at me and said “I saw you in the backyard getting your haircut and was really hoping that your Grandpa would make my wish true and do us today to…..my bum couldn't stand another whipping of the cane with a smile of relief on his face”.
Mummy was at our front door as me and Silvio walked back into the house and said “hurry up Silvia Pap is waiting”. Silvio made quick time walking almost jogging down the passage way to the family room and out the sliding doors.
As Silvio stepped onto the patio Grandma looked at Pap and said “Pap the same for this one nice and short…”.
Pap made eye contact said nothing but could be seen smile and shake his head in agreement, which indicated that he agreed and was saying "yes…OK” as he continued to re-arrange his combs and scissors on his work bench being unfolded card table.
Once Silvio’s feet touched the concrete patio landing I remember him Swaggering and walking with a sense of urgency just as I did towards the red plastic chair.
As he reached the end of the patio landing and his buttocks were now almost in front of the red plastic chair, he looked at Pap and said “ I am all ready Grandpa” with a smile on his face.
Pap smiled back and continued organizing his combs and scissors for a few more minutes, before he put his hand on Silvio’s shoulder and pulled him back into the red plastic chair which was his barber’s chair just as he had done to me.
“Where is your brother?” Pap asked.
“Sooking at home as usual Grandpa” said Silvio.
“He always moans and sulks that brother of yours….. Its time he stopped feeling sorry for himself I think” said Pap with a smile on his face.
Silvio slid into the chair, raised is hand and was just about to run his fingers through his long tresses of black hair that covered his fringe and eyelashes at front and completely covered his ears at his sides as Grandpa blocked his hand with a sudden violent flick of the cape and placed it around his body, simultaneously pulling the cape up securely and forcing it around his neck, pinning it securely and fastening it tightly around his neck and covering up his red tee shirt and knee length khaki shorts.
Silvio sat in the barbers’ chair silently and showed no reaction to his hand being blocked and made no attempt to try again one more time. Deep down he knew that trying again would only aggravate Pap and that soon all his thick black hair would be gone and just another figment of imagination until it grows again.
“Your hair is also so thick and grows back so quickly Silvio, all you lads are the same looking like rat bag hooligans these days’… what am I going to do with you lads?” grandpa asked me as he reached for the table cloth being his cape.
Grandpa then looked at me and muttered” really short this rat bag too this time I think” with a smile on his face as he lightly patted Silvio’s head with his right hand in a friendly gesture before he picked up a comb and walked around to Silvio’s left side and combed out his tresses.
“You and your mates look like real rat bags sometimes, and need a good shearing out of such antics" said Pap looking me in the face.
Silvio’s hair at this point hadn’t been cut for more than thirteen weeks, because he and his family were away visiting relatives last time Pap gave me a shearing some six weeks ago before our schools’ exam session. Silvio looked more like a member of Beatles with hair covering his eyelashes, ears and very low at the back that it completely covers his school shirt’s collar.
Rat bag is slang for Trouble maker or someone causing havoc - the term Rat bag is used its used in a non offence way and associated with a scruffy look, hair log and uncombed,
The Beatles hairstyle, also known as the mop-top (or mop top) because of its resemblance to a mop —is a mid-length hairstyle named after and popularized by the Beatles. It is a straight cut – collar-length at the back and over the ears at the sides, with a straight fringe (bangs). By the late 1960's, The Beatles generally had much longer hair than they had during the Beatlemania era, and it appeared as if Silvio with his long tresses was looking, much like them or other rock stars such as Jeff Lynne and Phil Collins did in the 1970's.
Mummy walked over and said “Pap his mum just called to say the shorter the better please Pap” referring to Silvio & his brothers’ haircuts.
Pap just shook his head in agreement as usual as he dabbed his sponge into container of talcum powder before applying talc on the hair at Silvio’s sides and sideburns.
His hand returned to the container of Talc a number of times dabbing the sponge more and more and applying it to the back of Silvio’s head and neckline that were soaked of perspiration.
Pap now returned the sponge to the to the container of Talc and turned to his Smith Chu Professional hair cutting tool combination set laid out in its leather case and picked up his Hair Razor Comb a Double Edged Hair Trimmer and Cutter Comb.
He came back behind the Beatles look alike again, forcefully and abruptly without notice tilted his head straight down to his chest and began working his Razor Comb at the back of his head.
All that could be seen was the razor blades munching into Silvio’s tresses of thick black hair, and small lengths of hair rained down onto his lap. Stroke after stroke of the Razor Comb wasn't really making much of an impact of the mop top until suddenly there was a sudden break for a few seconds before Pap turned to the Crop side and the blades could be seen munching into Silvio’s hair again and now longer strands of black hair rained onto his lap.
(To Be Continued - Parts 15 through 22 will follow soon)
(To Be Continued - Parts 15 through 22 will follow soon)
Monday, 9 December 2013
A Busy Day at Master Barber's Busy Barber Shop (Part 13)
(To Be Continued - Parts 14 through 22 will follow soon)
Imee, looked Rachel in the face and said “take a good look at all that long hair for the last time because it will soon be covering the floor” as she walked towards the counter to answer the ringing phone.
Sir now went back to his work bench putting down the Andis Black Clipper Comb and his Joewell M2 Series professional Shears, before picking up his Electric Andis Clippers, and a bottle of clipper oil, he oiled the machine before applying the 000 - 1/125 blade on the clippers.
Master Barber (Sir) then came back behind Aubrey again with something in his hand but she didn't get a chance to see it other then the cord that was leading to it. He tilted her head straight down to her chest and we all heard the sound of the same Electric Andis Clippers pop on yet again.
Nrrrrrrr… the sound of them filled the room as he started tapering the back of her head before turning to Bella and Ma’am and saying “enough or bit tighter ladies …?” with an inquisitive voice.
Bella looked at the pictures of women with the Boyish Crop featuring a high and tight tapered back and sides and pointed to it with a smile on her face saying nothing, before Ma’am said “I agree with you Bella………….. Yeap definitely that would look great on her Sir”.
Sir made eye contact with both Ma’am and Bella and winked his eye in agreement. Bella being the shy girl she is just smiled back quietly and turned her face now covered with blush towards a wall mirror looking herself in the face, raising her right hand and running it through her long tresses of hair for what may be the very last time today .
Aubrey’s head was still tilted straight down to her chest and all she saw was the piles of hair that covered her lap and definitely not the picture that Bella had pointed to and all she could think of or focus on was the humming sound of the same Electric Andis Clippers Nrrrrrrrrrr that worked their way up the back of her head for the very first time in her life.
Never before had any of the trendy shopping mall salons’ so called stylists taken to the tresses that covered to her head with any form of clippers nor had they ever cut off so much hair let alone more than just a few inches.
Suddenly, the humming sound of the clippers stopped and Master Barber let Aubrey’s head go and her eyes to catch a look at herself in the mirror. She almost gasped at the sight as could barely recognize herself, as he went back to his workbench and changed the clipper blade once again to 0000 - 1/100.
Without notice Aubrey’s look at herself was ended as her head was again tilted forward slightly, and the humming sound of the electric clippers could be heard again as Sirs’ Electric Andis Clippers went back to work creating a tight taper / faded effect along her hairline all the way around the back before moving to right side.
The sound of the clippers and Aubrey’s deep breaths filled the room as the high and tight tapered back and sides was being realized on her head.
Sir now moved to her left side and repeated the process completing the tapered / faded finish.
He finished with the clippers returned to his workbench and took a spray bottle filled with water and sprayed the top Aubrey’s hair making it soaking wet before picking up his scissors’ and comb.
Aubrey’s head was now upright and she could be seen gazing at the mirror to see the high and tight tapered sides of her head that had always been covered with tresses of hair as the barber came back around with scissors and comb in hand.
He now tilted her head back towards him slightly and started combing out a section right on top of her head, holding it between his fingers then moving in with the scissors. SNIP SNIP SNIP. Aubrey’s eyes could be seen pop as she watched more of her hair raining down onto the cape in front of her.
He was quick to comb out the next section of her locks and SNIP SNIP SNIP. More of her hair continued raining down over her shoulders and onto the cape.
Barber Wallace worked his way across the top of Aubrey’s head reducing it to roughly 2.5” in length on top leaving it short with a nice match fade into the high and tight tapered short back and sides.
Master Barber Wallace was very fast with the cutting and Aubrey was somewhat surprised at the image of the new short haircut transformation before her very eyes.
Bella walked over to the Barber’s Chair where Aubrey sat looked her in the face and at the reflection of her head in the mirror and smiled “nice …. Very nice” she said.
Aubrey said nothing but the face told the story of total surprise at the image of her new haircut.
He finally put the comb and scissors down and grabbed a towel and put it over Aubrey’s shoulder. He pushed a button on a machine near the workbench in front of her and foam came out into his hand. He came around behind her and lathered the foam on her nape and around her ears to her upper cheeks.
Aubrey said “Wah…that foam is very warm and feels amazing”.
Master Barber Wallace (Sir) now grabbed his straight razor and opened it before sliding it up and down on a leather strap attached to the side of the barber’s chair Aubrey was sitting in.
Aubrey peered over in curiosity to see what he was doing. He soon stopped and placed his hand on her head again tilting it over and slid his thumb down her cheek sliding the warm foam. The razor followed sliding down her cheek. She could be seen shake at the sensation of it as he continued and she felt him slide his thumb around her right ear and move in quickly after with the razor blade, shaving around her ear towards her nape.
Sir wiped the razor on the towel he placed on her shoulder and continued with the next part.
Soon he tilted Aubrey’s head straight down towards her chest and she felt his thumb slide across her nape, followed by the razor shaving off her nape area. He wiped the razor on the towel again.
The sensation had become extremely intoxicating for Aubrey and all could see this in her facial expression.
He moved to her left side, placed his hand on her head again tilting it and worked over her left ear now and finished at her left cheek.
Sir now grabbed the towel off her shoulder and wiped the areas where he had shaved.
Then Sir turned to his work bench in front of the mirror and opened a jar of Brylcreem. We recognized the jar as the type my grandfather occasionally used on my head after giving me my fortnightly shearing in the backyard.
Master Barber picked up the spray bottle and again and wet Aubrey’s hair, Then he grabbed a large dollop of the crème and massaged it slowly into her hair. He worked it in by running his hands though her hair until every hair was thoroughly greased.
Again he put his hand back in the jar and added another dollop and another until Aubrey’s hair was thick and extremely shiny with grease.
Soon he went back to his workbench and picked up his Long Toothed Barbers Styling Comb before returning from behind the barbers’ chair and without saying word firmly grasped and tilted her head back towards him.
He combed her hair into place, taking care to create a sharp part and swept back style with a signature sleeked back fringe that just covered her forehead before he let go of her head and she could look at herself in the mirror.
My head glistened with the grease that coated every hair.
Aubrey’s’ facial expression told all, as she almost gasped at the sight. She barely recognized herself more like a trendy look out of the 1950's. Aubrey really looked like a trendy pure 1950's lass -- hair shiny with grease and immaculate.
“Oh gosh look at me all my hair is really gone” she said in a quiet somber tone. It was finally becoming a reality that her hair had been cut in a very high and tight fade with a part down the left side.
Aubrey’s hand appeared from under the cape as she reached up to feel it and could be seen shiver at the feel of having short hair for the first time.
Sir grabbed his handheld mirror and showed her the back of her head.
Suddenly her somber tone and concerned look changed and she was smiling cheek to cheek- she was beaming.
Suddenly her somber tone and concerned look changed and she was smiling cheek to cheek- she was beaming.
Sir smiled and slid the cape off of Aubrey before he ushered her out of the chair to the waiting area and called out “Very nice ….. Very sexy on you I must say”.
As Aubrey walked back to the waiting area towards Bella and Ma’am she reached up to feel it again and shivered at the feel of having short hair for the first time. She smiled and said “I LOVE IT” out loud then hugged Bella and Ma’am repeatedly.
(To Be Continued - Parts 14 through 22 will follow soon)
Monday, 25 November 2013
A Busy Day at Master Barber's Busy Barber Shop (Part 12)
Bella, with a sympathetic and concerned look on her face looked at Sir and Ma’am the Female Police Officer and said “well maybe its’ time for you both to rid yourself once and for all!”.
“Rid ourselves of what and how….” asked Rachel with tears running down her face and a deep sense of curiosity inquisitiveness on her face?
Yes Rachel, Rid yourselves of your memory of your childhood best friend’s behavior over the way you wear you hair and the time you spent brushing it as well as Liam that bastard who used your hair as his excuse for having been unfaithful towards you and you Aubrey of how you got dumped. by the other bastard who ran his hand gently through your long hair as if it were a comb…. Correct… Right!”.
They both went quiet and just looked at Imee, the Filipino lady haircutter for her agreement. Imee quickly responded ”Your faces are all covered with long hair and you miserable and troubled with heartache as a result of those tresses……………. Right or wrong?” in a loud but assertive voice.
Master Barber could now be seen taking a dusting brush and pouring some baby powder onto it. He then brushed off the teenage boy’s neck and over his ears and forehead while he loosened the cape.
He slid the cape off Django’s shoulders allowing all of his long locks of hair to fall to the floor in front of his very eyes. He took his hand mirror and showed the teenage boy the back of his head.
Aubrey burst out and said “yes ………..I think your right….” in a soft, hushed voice stirring at the ceiling.
“There you go,” said Master Barber Wallace (Sir). “Now this is a haircut that makes you look young trendy and nothing left for your Mom to shave off” the barber told Django with a smile.
“Don’t mutter …. mumble girl” yelled Ma’am the Female Police Officer at Aubrey just as Django got up and stepped slowly over the large pile of his hair on the floor, he didn’t want to step in it and the expression on his face was clear testament to his state of shock by the amount of hair on the floor and how overwhelmed he felt at the sight of it. It saddened him knowing that it was now gone forever.
Sir now looked at Imee and said “Mangyaring tumangay up ang tambak na buhok ngayon” someone sweep up these damn piles of hair now before these two women dressed so beautifully in runway fashion grace my chair to have their tresses start falling off.
Imee, the Filipino lady haircutter quickly responded ”kaagad master barber ginoo kaagad’ right away master barber sir right away.
Suddenly and with a loud voice Master Barber looked at Aubrey pointing his hand at her and said “You girl move your bum and take Django’s place in this chair here now”.
“Me …. “Aubrey mumbled.
Yes... you replied Master barber pointing at the red barber’s chair that Django’s, fat girl and others, had been shorn in.
Aubrey hesitated and sat still, showing no intention or attempt to make her way to the chair. Soon the female police officer grabbed her by the left hand and said “on your feet now”.
Aubrey hesitated again then stood up slowly before Ma’am the Female Police Officer grabbed her long hair with the other hand and gently dragged her to the barbers’ chair.
“This is for your own good …. Get your bum in the chair now” she yelled at her as the Aubrey sat in the chair hesitantly only to have her right hand and left leg handcuffed to the chair just like Asian Boy and others did before her.
“Now grow up... Stop mumbling ………keep your mouth shut and wait your turn girl” said Ma’am the Female Police Officer before looking at Rachel and saying “stop your cry and weeping …..No need to girl………your turn very soon”
Imee smiled and said “sure thing girls….your turn soon” to Rachel & Bella as she walked towards the back of the shop and took the Ergo Dustpan with Broom, 12 Wide, Metal with a Vinyl Coated Handle, Black/Silver and proceeded to sweep up the hair piles.
Whilst Imee swept the floor, Madam looked at Bella “and said YEAP soon Bella” with a serious look on her face. Bella replied “Ma’am YES Ma’am” with a smile on her face. Ma’am same as Madam is a term used when addressing a woman of important position in a polite and respectful way.
The other younger lady haircutter walked towards Aubrey now handcuffed to the chair then grabbed a neck strip and wrapped it snug around her neck. Then she flung the same white cape over and around her shoulders and pinned it snug around her neck.
Aubrey looked to see the reflection one last time with her long hair covered over by the cape around her shoulders and started imagine the piles of her hair that were about to cover the floor.
"She's all ready for you Master Barber” said younger lady haircutter.
With two visits back to the big dust bin at the back of the barbershop to empty out the dust pan all the piles of Django’s tresses that covered the floor were gone and the barbershop’s clean tiled floor around the two barbers’ chairs could be seen again now.
Imee now came to the barber’s chair where Aubrey was handcuffed waiting her turn to be shorn and started to pull her long and thick tresses of hair covering her shoulders at the back out from under the cape before saying “she’s ready to be shorn sir” siya ay handa na para sa ginupitan ginoo, to master barber.
Aubrey’s long haired fringe covered her face and touched her nose almost.
Master barber looked at Ma’am the female police officer and said with a loud voice” I will just take it all off …. Regulation Juvenile Lockup Haircut for this one too should teach her a lesson… madam”.
“Sir … Short & Boyish Can ….Sir….to make her forget all the bastard’s in her life would be good Sir…please “responded the female police officer with a smile on her face.
Master Barber (Sir) could now be seen with a smile on his face as he looked at Ma’am, Bella & Rachel and said “Boyish Short it shall be…….” .
Aubrey’s eyes as well as Rachel’s popped as we all watched Sir move to his work bench and pick up his electric clippers with no guard, Andis Black Clipper Comb commonly used for clipper cuts or flattops and start the clipper-over-comb cutting technique.
This cutting technique is usually used by barbers for sides/sideburns and the bottom area of the haircut by the neck. However club cutting, free hand clippers over comb and or scissor over comb are only usually used to do away with the bulk of one’s hair by experienced or military barbers.
Master Barber used the comb to elevate segments of Aubrey’s hair starting at the right side and then cut by one stroke of the electric clippers which are held in the barbers’ cutting hand. The clippers’ stationary blade (the lower blade) is positioned so as to be parallel to the comb. This technique is ideal for cutting very short hairstyles without wasting too mush time using scissors.
To Aubrey’s horror all she could see with the humming of the clippers as they munched through her long hair at the face of the Andis Comb inches away from her scalp was more than 60” of hair raining down onto the cape in front of her time after time.
Rachel appeared somewhat shocked and anxious at first as Aubrey’s tresses fell but as more hair covered the cape and the floor, she looked at Bella and said ”Change is good right…… when it's good not evil, a person's hair may have symbolized honour, social status, and the longer it grows serves as a human peacock tail, representing our life rather than a fashion statement. So having it forcibly cut off to improve that persons’ honour, social status, and inner self isn't really akin to rape; and isn’t as if ones’ life is being stolen from you him or her but rather just a long overdue minor fashion faux pas and wake up call.”
“Finally your talking sense” said Bella with a whole hearted smile on her face as she looked Rachel in the eyes put her arms around her shoulders and hugged her tight.
A faux pas is an embarrassing or tactless act gaffe, blunder, mistake or remark in a social situation used sometimes used to arouse someone’s’ common sense. After all many would concur that a sure fire way to arouse a woman is to “make it all about her ”, and that’s not a self-serving message but historically it takes girls more time to get to the same place, and very often rely on someone’s help for that.
In this instance Rachel & Aubrey needed to get over their past inside the bedroom and out with bastards’ and pretentious familial.
Ma’am the female police officer was touched to see Bella hugging Rachel and comforting her and said with a loud voice” well I think we should let the forced haircuts serve as the symbolic initiation into our new sisterhood, sorority and friendship forever girls… well Rachel…Aubrey, Bella and you too Imee?”
Aubrey looked up for a few seconds, looked at Bella, Rachel and Imee with a sense of Astonishment, her semi-open mouth, higher eyebrows and now irregular shaped – eyes wide open and said “ I don’t’ have a choice now …………….look at it all falling off my beautiful hair and that bastard are out take it all off…………………….take it all………………off is our sorority name” as Master Barber (Sir) moved to the back of her head.
Suddenly as she spoke and without notice Aubrey’s head was tilted forward slightly, and the humming sound of the electric clippers could be heard again as the clipper-over-comb cutting continued.
“Take it all off……. Dalhin ang lahat ng ito off or Dalhin ng ito ….. Take it off... sounds interesting and thought provoking I think” said Imee.
You know Aubrey if all those celebs like Miley Cirus, Rihana and Beyonce have gone for the chop recently, then we can’t doing anything wrong getting ours chopped too said Rachel with a bit of a smile on her face as Bella rested her arm her shoulder.
Aubrey had her head down and could be heard giggling for a few a minute or so in reaction to Rachel’s words before the humming clippers kicked in again and within only a few minutes and no more then four strokes of the humming clippers Nrrrrrrr across the face of his
Andis comb, Aubrey's head was still down looking into the pile of hair that had gathered in her lap and could feel the weight of her head getting lighter and lighter after each and every stroke of the clippers that he took back there.
Ma’am walked over to Imee and could be seen talking to her very quietly as if she was almost whispering and did not want anyone to hear her say “Imee I think its time for you to do some of your magic….. on those two over there eyeing Rachel & Bella……. So which do you want first our chop... chop it all off queen…you!”
“Me ….. I…..Ma’am but maybe they want Sir …..Maybe they think me not good enough to cut that long hair for Ms. Rachel dressed so beautifully in runway fashion and Bella’s pretty long hair Ma’am!” questioned Imee.
“Imee you know that Bella has already told me that she would like you to cut her but was too shy to ask you herself “replied Ma’am.
“Really Ma’am“ Bella asked with a sense of eagerness in her voice.
You know that your Pixie Crop has really out grown over the past months and they are not the only one’s being initiated into the ‘Dalhin ang lahat ng ito off ’ sorority today.. So are you girl replied Ma’am to Imee with a louder but very stern and assertive voice.
“So get your cute ass over there and do your chop it off magic on both of your sorority sister now please….” added Ma’am.
Imee smiled and said “Ma’am… Yes… Ma’am” in a loud and stern voice before walking towards Rachel & Bella looking them both in the face, making eye contact and saying “which one of you two wants to get her bum in my barbers’ chair first?”
Before either Bella or Rachel could answer … Imee said “Hurry up on your feet Ms…. Now before taking Rachel’s right hand and saying “up on your feet now….. it’s Take it all off……. Dalhin ang lahat ng ito off time Chop … Chop…..tumaga ….tumaga!”
Imee then looked at Bella and Ma’am and said “I think she needs some encouragement” Bella with a smile on her face looked at Imee and Ma’am and replied”Ma’am …..Yes….Ma’am”
Imee holding Rachel’s right hand and Bella holding her left hand, she stood up and followed them to the empty barbers chair next to the one that Aubrey was handcuffed to.
“Wow nice work” we could all hear the female police officer say out loud as the barber continued cutting away.
All Aubrey could feel at this moment was a sense of embarrassment and humiliation to be seen getting shorn like this.
However when Sir asked if she’d seen Star Wars and if she recalled Star Wars, where Anakin Skywalker transforms into Darth Vader after allowing fear, envy, anger, and pride to mask his heart and intuition because Anakin had focussed on the dark side of the force rather than the future she replied “yeah I have and I remember that yeah…………… I do” with her head still down looking into the pile of hair that continued to pile up in her lap.
Just as Rachel’s bum touched the chair Master barber looked at Imee and said with a commanding voice “Imee get her handcuffed to the chair just like her friend over here” before looking Bella in face with a friendly smile on his face and saying “Bella look into the mirror here and admire that long hair of yours while you can……….soon it will be your turn in that chair handcuffed and … all will be gone girl tumaga……. tumaga , chop….chop”.
Master Barber now moved around to Aubrey’s left side and followed suit with more clipper-over-comb cutting.
Bella just smiled back showing how happy she was to hear that before … Ma’am with a serious look on her face said “Sir I think Imee’s Pixie Crop has really out grown lately and long overdue for another clean up from you …. I really mean it Sir… she’s starting to look so gamit na gamit na at marungis ….. Shabby and untidy.”
Sir looked at Ma’am and nodded his head in agreement. “Imee ang iyong Pixie Cut ay outgrown at tumingin ka gamit na gamit na at marungis .. ngayong gabi ikaw ay getiing ang mabilis tumaga ….tumaga, your Pixie Cut has outgrown and you look shabby and untidy.. tonight you will be getting the fast chop… chop girl”
Imee replied “yes boss Kailangan ko ito…. yes boss I need it”.
Suddenly, the humming sound of the clippers stopped and barber walked back to his work bench and Aubrey’s hair was very roughly cropped to about 4.5” all over her head. You could see every feature on her face and neck now that there was no more hair to hide behind anymore. Her pretty college girl cheeks stood out more noticeably now without the thick long hair.
Rachel now in the barbers chair next to Aubrey had her eyes gazed at Aubrey and watched in awe at how fast Sir had cut away her thick long hair and the piles of hair that covered the cape and floor before her very own eyes.
Imee the lady haircutter walked towards the work bench then grabbed a neck strip and came behind Rachel. Mabilis tumaga ….tumaga… chop… chop she said as she secured the neck strip tightly around Rachel’s neck with just enough room to breathe. She then picked up a white cape and with a sudden violent flick emanating from the action placed around Rachel’s body, simultaneously pulling the cape up securely and forcing it around her neck, pinning it securely and fastening the stud of the cape tightly around Rachel’s neck and covering up her beautiful runway fashion.
Master Barber (Sir) now went back to his work bench and picked up his Andis Black Clipper Comb and his Joewell M2 Series professional Shears with Offset Handle (Professional Barbers scissors) and returned to Aubrey’s left side neatening up hair on her left side and over her left ear with his scissors over his comb.
Aubrey’s head now upright and tilted slightly to the right she could see pieces of her tresses rain down onto the floor before her very eyes as Sirs’s Joewell M2 Series professional Shears that ramped through her hair with only the barest whisper of sound, and the effect of their SHARP cutting blade.
In actual fact every professional barbers’ shears should be so sharp that they can cut through a half-inch thick slice of hair with only the barest whisper of sound, and the person in the barbers chair shouldn't even feel the cut happening. If Aubrey were to feel the shears, scissors cutting the hair, or hear the cut as an audible “snikt” then chances are that Sir’s shears need to be sharpened and Imee as well as the other younger lady haircutter in the barber shop would be getting a severe verbal reprimand from sir.
Bella was at the workbench as Rachel looked to see the reflection of her long hair covered over by the cape around her shoulders for the last time and started imagine the piles of her hair that were about to cover the floor.
The other younger lady haircutter walked towards Rachel now came to the barber’s chair where Rachel was handcuffed waiting her turn to be shorn and started to pull her long and thick tresses of Black hair covering her shoulder and touching her waist at the back out from under the cape before saying “she’s ready to be shorn Bella Ma’am” Siya ay handa na para ginupitan Ma’am, Bella.
Master Barber now moved around behind Aubrey, tilted her head forward slightly then started cutting away at the back. He made quick work of cutting down the lengths of about 4.5” left by the clippers.
Imee turned looked at Ma’am the female police officer and said with a loud voice “I’ll just take it all off …. Same as Regulation Juvenile Lockup Haircut or do a Short Pixie for Rachel here… ma’am”.
“Imee… A Short Pixie tapered at the B&S I think would look good ….…. make her forget all the familial and bastard in her life…… Can ….Imee ..please… …please “responded the female police officer with a smile on her face.
(To Be Continued - Parts 13 through 21 will follow soon)