My haircut adventure

It seems to be the third time I have come to this barbershop. I came to this shop because it is affordable and half cheaper than the barber shop near where I live. It was a coincidence, a meeting with a friend on the street. As soon as I saw it, I thought I was definitely going to go here for a haircut. It was at night, and the first thing you saw was its turning lights, then the name of the shop, and then its interior, and looking at it through the glass door, it was a little small, but much better than where it was cut quickly. I decided in my heart that it wouldn't be the kind of place that only cut and didn't wash. So even if I had to take the subway, I was going to come here.

This time, as usual, I came from the subway entrance. I haven't eaten dinner yet, and I'm ready to eat it after I'm done, because my hair is disturbing. Afraid that my stomach would scream when I got a haircut, I quickly bought a bag of milk and drank it. Drink as you walk, and drink before you get to the door. There were no trash cans on the side of the road, so I had to carry this plastic bag into the store. Someone in the store was sorting it out, and the owner beckoned me to sit down. It was the first time I had waited at her place, and I had let others wait before.

I had a chance to take a closer look here. There is not much space in the house, and a couch is horizontal in the center, facing the glass door. To the left of the sofa is a small walkway used to get in and out of the cabin inside. Further to the left of the aisle is a Xiaoice box, and the barber on the right side of the refrigerator is at work. On the barber table were barber tools and various bottles and cans, and on the chair in front of the table sat a customer, a middle-aged uncle. To the right of the couch is a sink with a high stool in front of the pool, on which I washed my hair a few times. I don't know if it is because the room is small, the air conditioning in the house has a strong sense of existence, the temperature inside is extremely low, and the portrait stays in the ice cellar.

The electric fader ran out of power, she paused her work, walked over and plugged in the charging cable on the couch. The charging cable is aging, and the charging port is also in poor contact. Only to see her carefully put down the electric pusher, the red light on the pusher turned on and off, she slowly touched the wire and the fader again, tried several times, until the red light came on.

After the man had finished washing his hair and was paying, I was called to the barber's table to accept her labor. The haircut bib was clipped, and she was just about to cut it when the sound of Alipay receiving money came to the account. The money was less, she was a little angry, raised the volume and said two words to the man, the room suddenly became quiet, and the sound of the air conditioner seemed to be unable to be heard. The man quietly made up the money, pushed the door and left, and she returned to work.

When she cut her hair, she seemed to be a little nervous, her breathing was not very regular, she was cut too carefully, and she did not have the calmness with which she treated the customer. Is it because I'm young and most of her customers are middle-aged and elderly? Or is it because of the quarrel just now?

My hair was cut, my head washed and blown, and when the hair dryer stopped, I was about to leave my seat, but she said there was a place to fix it. Quickly put the bib back on me, and the bib was reversed. I smiled bitterly, but she grinned widely: "It's all right, it's all the same." "Three cuts and two cuts were over, but I was covered with stubble.

On the return subway, looking at the black stubble on my back, I was very worried. Along the way, there are seats that dare not sit, where few people go.