just wanna praise my barber !

i pulled up right as she was walking out the door, and she didnt skip a beat...... waved me right in, she is the greatest !
 
and i got the same great service i always do, was afraid she would blaze through me in a hurry since it was late but she took the same time and care she always does :)
 
and even though it should have been more, when she did finally lock up and leave, she had a nice fat 20 dollar tip in her pocket !
 
this is KIMS BARBER SHOP, on Hope Mills rd right outside of Fayetteville in Hope Mills

Always tip your barber and your bartender well!
 
Brad

My barber has the best deal.  If you don't like your haircut, he'll give you a free hat.

My barber just puts the 3 1/2 clipper blade on and gets it done in a flash. And then he trims my beard. Good guy. Good work.

I haven't been to a barber since 1988. It might look it too, but I don't care.

Until my wife died I hadn't been to a barber since 1971 -- when most barbers changed the names of their shops to salons. She used to cut my hair, or I'd do it myself.

I get my ears lowered about once a month.  It cost $15.00 total.  I like my barber but I hate to go because it takes time although for some reason, I always feel somewhat better.  I have had the same barber for better than 30 years.
 
Paul E. Smith
Knoxville, TN

$25 + $5 tip for the stylist at my salon- and yes I said SALON
Every 6 weeks- 4 weeks over the summer months.
 
Unfortunately I have the kind of hair that if I paid any less it would look like I cut my hair myself using a bowl.

I stopped going to barbers when they became stylists. I started again when they went back to being barbers.
 
Stylists! They even hired, can you believe this -- women.? To cut hair, not be manicurists.

lol, here in Fayetteville 9 out of 10 barbers are women, no stylists here, just good ol' hair cuttin women...... its a military town here, and i keep a military cut, lol, i always have since i was old enough to need one.... mom retired from the marine corps, dad retired from the navy.....lol, and yes, this is an army town, lol
 
so when i get a hair cut, its not a wham bam thank ya maam event..... lol, there are razors, trimmers, cutters, eyebrows/nose/and ears..... i have the sides shaved with a flat top, so it takes a little time........
 
and yes......the feeling from a fresh cut.... ya feel an inch taller, 10 years younger, and 10 pounds lighter..... not to mention the way the pillow feels that night, and the cool peach fuzz the next few days.......
 
wow...i wanna go get a hair cut now, lol

From about age 16 'till about 35 I wore my hair in a "crew cut" -something akin to a flat top, but more civil. During my years at sea, I had the crew cut trimmed up by shipmates and a wide variety of barbers in ports around the world -   with widely varying results. The US army also did a job on my hair when I was drafted in 1954. But when I was home in Poughkeepsie, or anywhere within reach of Poughkeepsie,  I always went to my old barber, Bob W (weird). who did an excellent job using only scissors. Bob, who was rarely busy, always insisted on a cup of coffee across the street in a little diner before cutting my hair, and then spent the best part of an hour snipping away - all the while telling me stories of his sexual exploits and the money he found on the street as he walked about two miles to work every morning. Sometimes he would shave me with his straight razor ( he always shaved my neck with the straight razor- making a great show of stropping it on the leather attached to the side of the chair) and soak my face in various ungents and perfumes and drape it with hot towels - what a delight that was! I never tipped Bob, my dad had told me that one never tips the owner of any establishment - only the employees.
 
Cheers, John 

what's a barber?       :)

When I was a wee little lad my dad took me to his barber every month, then that barber died and his son took over the shop.  I remember thinking at the time that he was a "really old guy" when he was in his mid twenties.  I went to him for years.
 
When I moved to Arizona I went looking for a laundry and found a new barber, I was telling her that I needed to buy a washer and drier, the cost of laundry was WAY more than I was used to paying in CA.  She told me she had a one year old washer and drier and mentioned the price she wanted for them (the new house they'd just moved into had built-ins, and the one year olds were just sitting in the garage gathering dust).  AND her husband delivered them that evening and helped me get them in the back door.
 
She moved to a new town but I still go to her, inconvenient, but she DOES give a great haircut.
 
Photto

This thread reminded me of when I was just a boy and my grandfather would take me to his barber for haircuts. For some reason I can remember the name of the manicurist at the shop. Mrs. Root. And I couldn't wait to get old enough to get a manicure.
 
I don't know if anyone here remembers, but back then a barber shop manicurist would do a customer's nails while he was getting a haircut or a shave, or even a shoeshine. She'd move her rolling chair to the barber chair and hook her portable table with her tools and liquids directly to a port on the arm of the barber chair and do her work.
 
Anyway, I guess things changed before I was old enough for a real man's manicure because I never did get one from Mrs. Root.
 
The best part of a haircut with my grandfather was going to lunch afterwards. Lunch was usually at the Seven Gables Town House right across Crown Street from the barber shop, and I always had the roast beef sandwich. The meat was carved to order from a steamboat round that sat at the end of the long mahogany bar, and my grandfather would always order a schnapps and a schooner of beer for himself. And he'd have the waiter bring him a short beer as a "chaser" and give it to me.
 
The other place he'd take me was a bar called Lip's. Lip's was on Church Street, right next to the Waldorf Cafeteria, and it, too, had a long wooden bar with a similar steamboat round of beef at the end, and my choice was always the same as at the Seven Gables -- a big roast beef sandwich on rye. Gramp would get his usual, including the short beer chaser for me.
 
And all this came back to me because someone decided to praise his barber.
 
Thanks BackAlleyBurger.

What a wonderful memory, Mr. Hoffman.

I remember my first barber (Carson "Mac" McFall inside the Cherry Valley, IL fire station) always threatening to nick my ear if I didn't sit still.
 
And then one day he actually did, although I'm pretty sure it was an accident...caused by me not sitting still.
 
Brad

I delivered the morning Indianapolis Star newspaper to my barber shop from ages 10 to 14. My paper route culminated at a little neighborhood commercial area. The shop was Les Amick's on West Morris Street. It was a good old fashion barber shop with nothing fancy. Besides my delivered newspaper, the reading material consisted mostly of true detective magazines and Wonder Woman comic books. I could swear Les' favorite topic was nudist colonies. Racy stuff for young ears.
 
During that period in my life I traded newspaper subscription fees for haircuts when I needed one. I also bartered my for 45 RPM singles next door at the record shop weekly and netted a profit. The 55 cent subscription got me a 75 cent record. I did not barter at the beauty parlor and funeral home I also delivered to.

Myself and my 3 brothers all went to the same Barbershop on McKinley St. at Chevy Chase Circle, for years. My 2 oldest brothers are now Doctors, they stopped going to the shop when they were Interns at Georgetown Hosp. and the one barber by suprise, locked the door, pulled the shade and dropped his trowsers, spread his cheeks and wanted an opinion on his roids. True story.

And just for that they stopped going?

 

My barber has a sign in his shop that says "free haircuts tomorrow"

Michael Hoffman


And just for that they stopped going?

They always were too judgemental...runs in the family!

chewingthefat

Michael Hoffman


And just for that they stopped going?

They always were too judgemental...runs in the family!

Boy, I believe that.