Yesterday I went and got my hair cut at the place around the corner from my office that I always go to.
This is it:
I took this picture after I got off work. Pretty nice looking place, right?
Obviously the best part about the outside of Roman’s is the sign, which has this dude on it.
I like to think that is Roman – the Founding Father of Roman’s Barber Shop Hairstylist, Inc.
I’m not sure though, because no one that works there looks like that.
There are two dudes who cut hair at Roman’s, one older foreign man and one younger foreign man. I say “foreign” because I have no idea what nationality they are, but they both clearly have an accent of some kind.
I don’t even know their names. I just refer to them in my head as Old Dude and Young Dude.
Young Dude is by far my favorite. Every time I get my hair cut by him, he snaps his fingers a lot. When he throws the shower curtain-like thing over me to keep the hair off – snap! When he reaches for the clippers – snap, snap!
It’s pretty awesome.
Then, when a song comes on that he likes, he signs along to it a little bit – but not too much. Just enough for me to appreciate that he appreciates it. Yesterday it was Love In This Club by Usher. Not bad. Not bad at all.
And when Young Dude is done, he always, no matter what day it is, says, “And now you are ready for the weekend!”
It is, without a doubt, the best way to end getting your hair cut.
Yes, it was Tuesday, but I was ready for the weekend!
Because of him!
And my hair cut!
Of course I always tip them both well. They only charge ten dollars, so I always tip five, because c’mon – that great of an experience is worth it. And what’s $15 anyway?
Because of my generous tipping and the ease of my haircut (you’ve seen me, I don’t have much to cut) the guys at Roman’s love me.
Every time I come in they both greet me and every time I leave we all say a heartfelt goodbye.
So next time you’re visiting New York and you’re done doing all the touristy things and whatever else, why don’t you pay a visit to ol’ Roman’s for a haircut experience Like No Other.
And just because you read my blog, first one’s on me.
(I also have a post up at the Back Fence PDX blog, which is more of a story than a blog post, so it’s slightly longer than my usual stuff. Please check it out if you have some time, I think you’ll like it. If you don’t just remember it was my first time writing a “story-like” post in a loooonnng time so be nice. Or don’t be nice. Either way, please read it and just lie to me if you think it sucks. And be sure to check back at that blog regularly for all the other great stories posted there.)