All my favorite barbers have one thing in common. They don’t fucking talk to me while I’m getting my haircut. Seriously, fuck all the extroverted shitheads who can’t go 5 minutes without conversation and put this expectation on jobs like haircutters or dentists where they need to engage in the most meaningless small talk ever.
Fuck. That. The extent of conversation that needs to happen during a haircut is me telling them how I want it cut, and then thanking them afterwards. That’s it. I do not want to talk about my day. I do not want to talk about my job. I do not want to talk about my life. I’m not there to fucking socialize, I’m there to get my haircut. Shut the hell up and let me disassociate during the time I am stuck in the chair.
Oh I hear ya. But yes there’s a reason people talk about whether it’s raining or is nice out. It’s kind of like coasting downhill - no effort, kind of fun in a way, and then you get on with things.
But yeah I try to avoid much past that, or if they really need to talk for whatever reason you can just ask questions like “oh yeah? how was that?” and “what school is it?” or something.
As a bald man I sometimes wonder if I’m missing out on a part of British culture by not going to the barber, but if this is what it’s like then I’m glad I don’t have to go through it.
Yeah so I’m told this is one of the positive sides to hair loss. No need for awkward barber interactions when you can buzz it yourself at home.
Deathly afraid to change barbers as the usual chap who does mine has learnt to get on with it. Only took 9 years or so
Haha, when I go they never speak to me. People in other chairs are all chatting away about holidays or football or whatever. I’ve tried once or twice to engage in conversation but it just inevitably ends up in silence. TBH I quite like it, I can think about other stuff.
Benefit of me being bald is not having to go through that level of shite any more 😅
