A Visit To the "hair Stylist"

With much trepidation I visited the local "hair stylist" today. It was a "hair raising" experience as compared to barbers of yesterday! 'Twas thirty years since I'd heard the snip of a barber's shears, Since my long-suffering wife had trimmed my hair for many years! My hair had become somewhat bushy on the sides and nape, So I needed her to thin it out and my sparse coiffure reshape! I was the only guy there, suffering the ladies' intimidating gaze. "Will this agony ever end?" I thought, for lack of a better phrase! Displayed in her tidy shop were various creams, dyes and oils, Plus a variety of glosses and shampoos to beautify the goils! It took about five minutes for her to snip and groom my hair. I paid eight bucks plus a paltry tip and scurried out of there! Now, in the barber shops of old idled the usual jovial blokes, As the barber recited a litany of the latest risque jokes. On the walls he displayed posters of women scantily clad. There was none of that in the "hair stylist's" shop to be had! The barber shaved and powdered your neck among his amenities, (After abiding rowdy razzing and very colorful profanities!") You left his shop reeking of Vitalis and/or pungent bay of rum. All of this for just six-bits - a nickel tip was the rule of thumb! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)