Wanted: barber who lives in the year 2003
This morning, I went in search of a barber shop to get my hair cut. The last place I went to gave me a bowl cut, despite my request for decidedly un-bowl-like cut.
At the first place I walked into, a woman with a big 80's-style perm told me I had to make an appointment to get my hair cut, despite the shop being empty. That's two strikes, hon. I don't want to take a called third strike by walking in there tomorrow morning and coming out looking like Adam Sandler in The Wedding Singer.
Later, I nearly walked into a second shop until I saw the two barbers--both sported mullets that would make MulletsGalore.com proud. I'm pretty sure they were non-ironic mullets, too; West Hartford has too many pickles wedged in tight places for one to realistically think that two 40 year old guys who cut hair in small-town Connecticut would have a mullet because that's what all the kids in the East Village are doing.
And so the search continues...