Me: "Can I get a haircut?"
She: "Do you want it ALL cut?
Me: Uuuuh... yeah.
Ten minutes into the shearing process I realized... I'm the only white person in here. And there are no scissors. Only razors. I don't think I'm what they'd consider a "typical" client.
The (approximately) 17 year old guy (Vik) who was assigned to me ("he's good. REALLY good") was so nervous, he bolted for the bathroom at one point. The entire process took 90 minutes. NINETY MINUTES of having a razor passed over my head (with an endless changing of blade sizes)!! Vik then proceeded to take photos of me with his Iphone from all 3 vantage points (front, side, back). Something tells me I shouldn't expect to find myself in the gallery with the rest of these past clients (these shots are from their website)...