A Haircut Story

by Randall Tate

I got my hair cut......in Cambodia.......by a transexual........for $1.

I think it just became the highlight of my 25 year haircutting career.

I am pretty sure it was his/her first time.  I had to walk him/her through it.
I gave him/her some tips.  So now he/she has a few more tricks up her
skirt....errrrrrr sleeve.  By the end I was both physically and mentally
exhausted.  After 45 minutes of watching his/her every move, I was pretty sure
he/she owed me money.

Halfway through, the clippers stopped working.  He/she investigated and found
out that the whole socket had stopped working.  Did I mention this is Cambodia?
I was surprised he/she had clippers in the first place.  No problem...he/she
just went to work with her dull scissors for the next 30 minutes.  I was
actually relieved because he/she was digging in so hard with the clippers that
my neck was starting to bleed.

I guess you could compare him/her to Michealangelo painting the Sistine Chapel.
Except, unlike me, he/she probably knows how to spell Sistine.  She/he went at
his/her work with a passion and fearcity that would go unmatched in the western
world.  Her/his attention to detail was amazing.  There were a few times where I
was pretty sure he/she didn't even cut a single hair.  Absolutely spellbounding.
Every five minutes the other people in the "hair salon" would come in and marvel
at his/her work.  I actually couldn't believe he/she pulled it off.

Did I mention he/she didn't speak a word of English except for thank you and
beautiful?  I'm beautiful...now.

At the end I got a powder, a first for me.  I think I'll go back for a massage.
Did I mention he/she does massages?  Among other things...

Í should probably stop this bleeding.