To maintain my proper professorial decorum, I needed a haircut. A place that we pass on the way to Curtis' school had been recommended and it appeared to be a regular hair salon and/or barber shop. I went in, and a fellow sat me down in the chair and proceeded to cut my hair. As he snipped away, his assistant kept brushing cut hairs off of me. In fact, he didn't want to let a single piece of hair sit for more than a second before brushing it away. This was actually kind of annoying, and several times he even got in the way of the guy doing the cutting. They held up a mirror so I could see the results, and I gave my approval (except I wanted them to fill in the bald spot) and was about to get up and leave. But they reclined the chair and pushed me down. The guy lathered up his hands with some cream and proceeded to massage the heck out of my face. As if this wasn't enough, he also tossed on a hot towel, then a cold towel, and massaged my shoulders, too. Meanwhile, the assistant pulled out an electric massager and picked up my arms to massage them (and my armpits even). They pulled me up to do my back, but when he started on my thighs, I thought, "hold on Jack, this is definitely getting too personal", but fortunately he backed off quickly. Nancy was watching me get yanked and pummeled and trying to keep from bursting out laughing. Finally they let me get up, and I paid and left. It was actually a pretty good haircut.
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