She found herself walking through the Korean section of the town. Holding a piece of paper in her hand, she was looking for numbers over the doors. She knew why she was here but she did not the extent of her visit to the shop she had been instructed to go to. All she knew was that she had had a serious argument with her boyfriend and he told her to take care of the problem or when she got home, she would find all her belongings on the curb. She knew it was bad. She just did not have the time to fix it or get it taken care of. Work was dragging her down, lots of overtime and now here she was being ordered by her boyfriend to take care of her hair or don?t come back to him. He was fed up with the promises. So here she was. Walking down the crowded street.
At the shop she was instructed to go to, the barber had been instructed to expect her and when she got inside to make sure she was clipper cut, not going all the way but leaving behind maybe some stubble. Her style really was not bad but it just looked very unkempt. And now he was getting put off with her always complaining that she did not have time. Yet all she did was complain about how it lacked luster and it did not please her anymore. Just thick black hair with no real style. Bangs always hanging in her face, small curls at the neck and also not properly trimmed at the nape. Very uneven. The hair around her ears was also poorly cut. So after listening to her complain for so long, he stepped in and told her to get it cut or don?t bother coming back to him.
The shop was a noisy place, always full of Korean men and boys. The shop had a single chair and a single barberette. A middle-aged female who was an expert with the clippers. She did absolutely no scissor cutting; just clippers and clippers only. On her counter there sat three clippers and on the wall beside her chair were four more clippers. So all her cuts were short and many of them close to the scalp. And today she was prepared to get a new visitor.
She finally found the number of the shop and she looked inside. The barberette saw her standing there. The door was already opened. ?I have been expecting you,? the barberette said. ?Take a seat in the waiting area.? She really did not want to wait but today was a very busy day at the shop. She walked to the waiting area and sat down. There were no English magazines and she did not have a book with her so all she could do was to watch as she sat nervously watching.
And the barberette wasted hardly any time on any of her clients. She showed absolutely no mercy as she pushed heads down and just rammed the clippers into the nape and sheared straight up the neck and over the crown. It did not take the barberette very long to get done with ten customers. She finished the tenth customer, collected her pay and stood beside the chair. ?I think it is your time in the chair, Miss,? she announced as she looked at her female victim. ?It is not very often I get to use my clippers on a woman. I think I am going to enjoy this.? She got up nervously and walked to the chair. She wished she could just bolt and run out of the store but she knew that her boyfriend would probably be calling to make she that she showed up and got thee problem taken care of. So there was no running.
The female customer took a deep breath and sat down in the old-fashioned chair. The barberette grabbed a sheet of tissue and wrapped it high around her neck. ?Finger here,? she demanded and the customer placed her finger at her throat, holding the tissue in place. With that the barberette flicked a pink cape up into the air. It dropped over her body and pulled it up to the neck. She pulled the velcro tabs together and she then stepped back to the counter. She placed a guard over the blades of the hugest pair of clippers she had. ?Head down!? she ordered.
The customer wanted to fight her but the barberette pushed her head down as much as possible. ?Don?t fight me,? the barberette said. ?You would not want to do that. I have been told to be nice to you and leave some growth but if you fight me, I will shave you bald and render you totally hairless for the rest of you life. Don?t try my patience. Now! Head down!?
She eased up and lowered her head to the point where she was looking down at her breasts. The barberette flicked the switch on the clippers and she heard an audible POP. ?Oh my god! I am going to be sheared,? she said to herself. The barberette plunged the clippers right into her nape and made the first pass up her neck to the back of her crown. A large clump of hair toppled to the floor at the back of the chair.
?According to your boyfriend, he has told you to take care of the problem in the past but you refuse,? the barberette said. ?So when he called me and asked me to assist him, you cannot imagine how pleased I was to find out that I would be shearing a ?whitie?. I don?t get many of those here in my shop. You should always listen to your significant other.? The clippers continued to make paths up her head as the barberette continued shearing her customer. As each clump of hair fell to the floor, the barberette stepped on it and even kicked it to the side. There was no doubt that she was enjoying her job.
?All he had to do was give me a chance. I WAS going to take care of it,? the customer said.
?Yeah? When?? the barberette said as she finally turned the clippers on to the side of her head and started shearing around her ears. The hair that fell was now somewhat thicker and longer and now it started to drop down to her lap. She looked on with shock as clump after clump dropped to her lap. Thick black hair on a background of pink. Her hair on a pink cape.
?How far are you going to go?? she begged for an answer. ?Please tell me that I am NOT going to have to go and buy a wig.?
?If you co-operate and let me do my job, I will not shave you to the bone but if you fight with me, I have a tube of total hair remover that I will spread over your scalp,? the barberette said. With that, the barberette continued shaving the sides with the clippers.
She had no choice but to sit back and relax. Yeah, she was going to be sheared and close but maybe she would walk out with a shadow on her head. That she could explain to anyone who asked her. But if she argued or became aggressive, then she would have to deal with the idea of NO HAIR, at all. And with that, she would have a definite problem explaining.
The barberette actually was using a comb to bring the thickness down to manageable length. But even so, what she was catching in the teeth of the comb, she was shearing not once but twice. So yes!!! A lot of hair was falling to the cape and to the floor. The barbereet finished what was on the sides. The neck was already done and now it was time to tackle the crown. Hair was combed up, held between the teeth of the comb and then the clippers passed over the comb. Hair fell to the cape and to her lap. Once over, twice over and then a new section. The cut was definitely close to the head but even so, it was not what he wanted to see, He knew he wanted it close but the barberette actually knew what would be more suitable for her and her face.
Finally she announced her finished. The barberette held up a mirror for her to see the reflection of her neck and nape. She ran her fingers over the length. Yes it was short but not as short as she anticipated. ?There! You are finished,? the barberette said as she undid the velcro strips from the back of her neck. She grabbed the end of the neck strip and she threw it to the floor. She then grabbed the ends of the cape and gathered it to the middle of her chest. The barberette then dropped the ends of the cape to the floor and thick black hair toppled to the floor in front of the barber?s chair. ?Your cut has been paid for. There is no need for you to remain any longer. You are free to go. I left your hair longer then what he asked for. I think you have endured enough. But if you ever get sent back here, and know this, I do remember faces, you will be sheared closer.?
She got out of the chair and she took one quick look at her reflection in the large mirror. She sniffled as she looked at a person who she did not recognize. She grabbed her jacket and walked quickly to the door. She knew that she no longer wanted to be in the shop. She needed to get OUT as quickly as she could. She needed to find some place safe where she could spend the night and determine what and where she would go from this stage; whether she would leave him or if she would return to him and beg for forgiveness. Only time would tell what she would do but for tonight, she just needed to be alone.
Author: hairman001 Copyright protected ? 2005 Protected by international copyright laws ? 2000 JCWP DESIGN SERVICES This story IS NOT to be downloaded for personal use or to be transferred to any other site without the expressed consent of the author. Any violation will be dealt with under international laws. Thanks for understanding.
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