Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Once Parted, Now Departed

Went for a haircut today.  While not ready for a comb-over by any stretch, I have to admit, I have not seen a stand that thin since the Drought of '61.

I have the same amount of hair but when you get old it grows out of your nose and ears. As Jeff Foxworthy (or possibly Dave Barry?) noted, "Pull on a nose hair and you can watch a guy's hairline recede".

Yulia has been cutting my hair for over 6 years.  She is a very nice lady and I quite like her.  She is closer to 60 than 50, barely able to see over the top of my head when I am sitting in her chair, but VERY meticulous. I tell her "Kak vsigda" (like always) and end up with a perfectly coiffed Yanukovych haircut.  It could be worse, I suppose; a Donald Trump haircut.


The hair salon is located on the second floor of an older Soviet style strip mall called Devyatka (9), anchored by a grocery store where we sometimes shop.  I think it must be a cooperative of some kind as there doesn't appear to be an owner per se.  There are private beauty salons, as Tanya has had manicures/pedicures from two of them but you can always tell who is the owner/boss.

There is a partition down the middle with five work stations on each side.  One side is men's haircuts, the other, women's. My Tanya's hairdresser, another Tanya, is on the end, just around the corner from Yulia so the three of them can converse while we are getting our haircuts and Tanya can approve Yulia's handiwork

Last time I got a haircut in Canada, it was $25 plus a $5 tip.  And a good haircut it was, too. Yulia charges me $5 (40 UAH) so I give her a $5 tip too.


4 comments:

  1. So, you're not as harried as you were before. (Ot is that hairy? Or Harry?) This is good. I didn't think the $5.00 hair cut existed anywhere, these days. You have obviously trumped the Donald by getting a good haircut at that price.

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    1. Can you understand why on God's green earth, a family named Dyck would name their son Harold?

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  2. When I was a kid the barbershop was a man's world. Men hung out and talked; there were girly calendars on the wall, along with mounted fish and deer heads, and spittoons on the floor because some of the men chewed. The place was smoky and the barber always had a cigarette hanging from his mouth. The men would give young boys a good nurtured hard time.
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    1. My dad would never have let me into a place like that. He cut us kids' hair (well, the three boys), can't say about my sister. Always short and always ugly but cheap.

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