So it’s 5:00 on a Friday afternoon and I have a date at 7. I’ve already scraped and scrubbed and chosen my outfit and all that fun stuff. Nothing left but to tame the mane. And for that I hop in the car and go to find a pro. Oh yeah, there’s that new spot on the hill downtown. So away I go.
5:20 I’m walking through new spot’s door. There’s a guy in the chair, one on the bench, so it doesn’t look like it’ll take long. Then some guy at the counter asks me if i’m there for a cut. I bite down on the sarcasm and say yes.
‘I don’t think we’ll be able to fit you in,’ he tells me. ‘We close at six, there’s one in the chair and one ahead of you.’
I was flabbergasted. Getting turned down from a barber? What, they don’t want the money? remove my hat to show him what they’d be working with.
Hair and sideburns, none of which is more than 3/8′s of an inch long. Every barber I have ever gone to had me out of the chair in under 6 minutes.
‘We’re open tomorrow.’ was the comment I got, and the only reply I could offer was ‘I guess I’m going elsewhere.’
And that’s exactly what I did.
This is what happens when I try to support local businesses. They don’t want my money, they don’t want my business. I must have told twenty people about this since it happened.
Rant by HadToGoToAChain