barbecue chapter 6
June 10, 2006
this was the first time that i went back home from the barber without holding my stupid bangs…
because when i entered the shop, i mean when i entered the establishment’s facade, i was surprised to see the sign "the barber is OUT" just like the one you’ll see when youre visiting a doctor, or a dentist, or your personal veterenarian…
"what do i do now?" i mumbled
the reason of my unwilling but planned visit to the abominable barber was because of a special occassion on friday… ahem… my pinning ceremony (pinning and capping ceremony by the way is the extraordinary initiation rite for incoming third year nursing students… it is some sort of welcoming ceremony prior to the soon hospital internship). now, i have to make myself as presentable and as neat on that event just what a nice and smart nurse could be… so i chose to go to another barber shop…
i wheelled around the place and looked for the cheapest barber shop… and i found it…
it is run by the same wrinkled old man brewed by the antiquity of his aged-old profession… the profession and art of murdering people in front of a mirror…
the place is as dirty as my barber’s building… it has this dingy and rusty bars that’ll make you think of alcatraz… and since it is juxtaposed near the tricycle parking lot, a mob of tricycle drivers playing the "cara y cruz" use the entrance as their lowly tambayan (hangout place).
so i entered the place… i was greeted by i think the barber’s wife who was wearing a crimson headband…
i was beckoned to sit, but before i did, i immediately told him that he should prune only a few lenght from my hair and i specifiacally and plainly told him about my banms "please dont hesitate to cut it… and dont mind my humongous forehead…"
and he did… man… i was so surprised that he didnt even made any argument…
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