A haircut ago I took C to a Thai Baht 100 haircut place in the skytrain station. That’s $2.78. Cut rate, if you pardon the pun. While his cut came out competent, C walked out and declared he would never enter that establishment again. It was the first time he’s ever taken a consumer stand.
“That place has the right name,” he fumed. “‘Just Cuts’ because that is all you will get there, just a cut.”
I responded that that was actually all we were looking for, to which he pointed out a few valid pieces of evidence, the most compelling being that we’d had to wade through what had formed a carpet about 3 inches deep of human hair snipped off customers past.
“They have no idea how to treat a customer!” he continued. “They were arguing about who didn’t want to cut my hair!” True.
When he shared his experience with J, his dad promised to take him to a top drawer barber next time around.
So today, the pair of them withdrew to the Bangkok outpost of the “Appointed by HM the King (of England)” barbers, Truefitt & Hill. For the cost of half a year of Just Cuts, C was massaged, shampooed, snipped and styled in a manner that I am afraid, after a single half-hour ministration, one could only become accustomed to. (Or only become accustomed to at Bangkok rates of $19.47.)
“That place? BOOM!” Was C’s verdict. “That place is *it*! Much more than just a cut.” So declared “it place” or at least the place where the men in our family will be having their cuts in future.
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