It’s Saturday again and my early appointment is scheduled. My barber is preparing downstairs so I turn to Miky. ‘Miky, do you have a trashcan for my chewing gum? Ask your own barber! Those aware burst out in laughter.
Only once have I had the pleasure of sitting in your chair, which was recently in March. My regular barber was not available but you were willing to help me out just prior to my vacation. ‘Can I do for you man?’ Well, you seem to be good with somewhat finer hair. Thin hair. Yes. About 75 percent of my regular customers consist of guys with thin hair. Look, those guys with perfect hair that you can do all kinds of things with are already looking handsome when they walk in, and they are still handsome when they walk out. Let the other guys do that and let them take their perfect pictures. The challenge for me is to let you leave more handsome than you were when you walked in. You see, I’m just a craftsman and I actually like beards more. But I can sell a lot of products to my clients with thin hair, haha!
In about 45 minutes we talked about the shop, your role as a manager, as well as just other basic stuff like gaming. You told me you liked playing video games. Only real games, no fucking Fortnite or anything. ‘But Call of Duty.. I’ll destroy you motherfucker!’ I was like damn, easy bro. I’ll take your word for it.
Miky, it’s a great loss man. If only my hair was as strong as your aura. When I’m heading to the shop later this month I’ll undoubtedly still be able to feel it. And for those wondering if I actually walked out looking more handsome that one day in March? Pff.. get the fuck out.