Haircut

I had a haircut this evening. I went to a barber where my father always goes. The barber is a tiny place run by a family. When I went there, all three chairs were full so I need to wait for a while. The hair cutters are the family: father, mother and their son. I maybe look young, so my cutter has been the son when I go there. But today was the father who was very good at cutting. Professional.

He moved around me many times with checking the length of each hair was settled. During I was on the chair, two more gentlemen came into the shop. It seemed popular, I think. It was around 7pm on Saturday.

It is okay for me to cut my hair at sophisticated and trendy place, but it is also good to be in a homelike atmosphere.