H a i r c u t S t o r i e s
The First Trip To The Chair
story written and contributed by
Chromed
| It was an unusually hot April the year I turned
11. At our school you had
to wear a short sleeved summer shirt and school flannel shorts from the end of March. It was the 8th of April my birthday. Instead of my mum coming to collect me my mate's mum was coming to collect us. I had no idea why, as she usually didn't collect us. I thought this was great a chance to get a ride in their Mercedes. We missed the turn off to get to our houses. I asked where we were going? She said we were going for a birthday treat. We eventually arrived at the burger bar and we both had the ultimate in burgers and shakes. It was getting close to five o'clock and time to go. I turned to go towards the car park when I was told we were stopping off at another shop first. That shop was the town's barber. The red and white pole was turning and the shop appeared empty. I asked why we were going in here and then Mark's mum said we were going for a haircut. I hated having my hair cut in fact I had managed to dodge the last three. It was the early eighties we all had long mop tops and I had only ever had my hair trimmed at the salon my mum went to. My first thought ws to run but then for some reason I simply followed on as we went in. It turned out that the shop was run by Mark's cousins Jim and Jen. Jim was in the chair when we arrived having the finishing touches put to a shaved head by Jen. They were both in their early twenties. Apparently, Jim was experiencing the shave as an induction at the end of his training. He looked at us from the mirror and asked us to jump up on the two remaining seats. We did as we were told. Jen finally finished shaving and had uncaped Jim. Jim said " So it's the summer buzz for you lads then" Mark's mum said "Right into the wood" I began to panic as Jen caped me up. I had never been in a proper barbers chair before. I became fidgety as Jen began brushing out my hair from under the neck of the cape. Just then she left the room to go and get us some drinks. Jim picked up his clippers and they hummed into life. He paused and asked Mark if he was ready. Mark nodded. Jim pushed his fringe back and started pushing the clippers right down the middle of his head it was then I realized we were getting Number 1 buzzes. Three passes later and Mark had just a hint of hair on top of his head. Just then Jen returned and approached the chair I was sitting in picked up her clippers pulled back my bangs and said " here we go then" As I sat staring in the mirror she made her first pass right up the middle to the crown and dropped the first handful of hair in my lap. I knew then my almost white blond locks were doomed. Pass after pass the more my head became lighter and lighter. I couldn't believe how short it was I looked bald but underneath my hair was darker. Then came the sides she pushed my head first to the right then to the left and finally, forward to take the hair at the back off. I looked in the mirror as the clipper stopped I had a skinhead. She asked if I wanted a parting shaved in and I nodded. She used the edger to make a smooth shaved parting. At first I hated my mum for making me get this done what's more every four weeks summer and winter Jen came to our house for the next two years. When I was 13 I was told it was up to me if I wanted to grow it out. At first I didn't then on the first day of the summer holidays I turned up at the shop for a change. I saw Jen and didn't recognize her at first she had her shoulder blonde hair shaved off. It looked great. I asked her to shave my head smooth she obliged and after spreading the lather on my head she proceeded to shave my head smooth. A cut I kept all summer long before I grew it out. Was this the last shave I had ? Perhaps yes, perhaps no...................
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