I had always gone to a Barber, then 10 years ago with a lot of warning, Art retired at 75 and closed up (.... he was going to go chase the ladies on the cruise ships - as he put it). So the boys and I walked into what took over - a hair salon. Nothing good could come of this, was the feeling as we walked in to the new "chrome and white" totally re-designed interior. Matt sat down and said - "a regular haircut". the girl asked "what attachment should she use - number #1, #2 or #3?". I looked in stunned disbelief - and said "Matt - the young lady has no idea as to how to cut hair". We left. I needed a haircut for a business trip, so hit a "chain" - another disaster. Then a couple of weeks later, driving down the street, saw a new sign for a Barber Shop. Stopped there the next weekend. A classical Barber Shop run by a Russian family, who bailed out of the Ukraine - of all places. Been there ever since - the very hot towel touch is great!
What ruins a Barber Shop - the trophy wife (in her Juicy short shorts) bringing in junior, and then hovers over the Barber directing every last snippet - needing to get the "style" just exactly right (the kid could care less - he's in the 5th grade), while all the time complaining about getting hair all her "outfit". The lawyer "dad" could have put off his weekend round of golf for a bit - but he probably goes to a Salon - to get "styled". I guess I should give the Mom some credit - for at least trying. Go figure....