I Feel Ten Pounds Lighter!

My wife and I were way overdue for a haircut, so we both went to a salon over at Old San Juan this Saturday.

My wife got her hair straightened and trimmed which turned out very nice. I myself got a simple haircut, but the experience was far from simple.

This tall, bald black man in a jumper showed me to his seat. He tightly wrapped a towel around my neck and began snipping away at my afro. I've had my hair cut many times before, but this was the first time I was fearing for my life!

Okay, I'm exaggerating, but I can tell you this: it was the first time I felt pain during a haircut. This musclebound barber was actually pulling my hairs right out of their follicles with his scissors. Not only that, but when he was grabbing and holding my head in place, it felt like the guy was going to rip my head off and use it as a bowling ball! And to think I saw a Bible laying among his personal belongings. He needs to review the "Thou shalt not cut a man's hair in a way that he feels pain" commandment!

But I survived, as did my hair, which is now short and neat. We might go back again, but I'm definitely going to ask for some barber credentials next time around.