I found the price of self-esteem, and it is $3. I know because haircuts never lie.
You deserve an explanation. Here goes.
For haircuts, I go to a walk-in … salon? That’s hifalutin for a joint that takes no appointments.
My doo is simple: No. 5 clipper all over. The cut often takes less time than processing my credit card afterward.
Prices are displayed on a sign above the front counter. The top line – standard haircut, no shampoo – is the only line I’d ever read. It says $19.
I visited the doo factory in early June. The hairdresser surprised me by charging only $16.
“Must have a special going,” I thought.
I returned yesterday. Again, just $16.
Puzzled, I glanced at the sign. Imagine, please, a cartoon character whose eyes bulge out of his head, because right there, on the second line, blared these alarming words:
“Seniors $16.”
Youth has no price, of course. We might squander it but can never buy it back.
But self-esteem? In assuming (correctly) that I merited the senior rate, hairdressers bought mine for $3.
Love it, Jeff.
Thank you!
$40 here. No senior rate.
And we’ve got about the same amount of hair.
What a deal!
For 50-plus years, my barber’s price for a basic haircut ranged from $2 (50 years ago) to $5 (last year). He made his money in tips. I paid ten bucks for the past 15 years, which included a $5 tip.
He retired last year, and I’ve window-shopped for a new barber, who all charge at least $25 or more. Talk about sticker shock. I haven’t had a haircut since he retired.
My hair almost touches my shoulders. Once it’s long enough, I’ll donate it to Locks of Love.
Once it’s cut, despite still having a full head of hair, I’ll probably shave it off.
I’ve spent thousands on camera equipment. But I can’t bring myself to pay $25 for a haircut.
$5? Holy mane on fire!