My mother who is 93 years old is my personal haircutter since more then 50 years.
I was very pleased to her because i was able to save much money. Unfortunately her health had become worser and worser over the last years. She also works in my garden over the summer, she says she gets too old for that kind of work, but i know that she needs that. Everyone needs a job to stay alive, so i think she needs that work to stay healthy. Nevertheless i could not convince her to do my haircut again...
Alright that was the beginning of my misery. I finally went to an local hairdresser. I had a very bad feeling about all that because i am not used to meet people which are not Christians or in my local Church. But I had no other choice and so i went to an small Barbershop in my town.
I went in and a small blonde woman welcomed me, she smiled in a very lovely way. I confirmed my name to her and she told me that they reserved a seat for me.
Alright up to this point i was relaxed and the woman led me to a special seat which was made for the hair washing. I sat down and lean back, put my head back over the washbasin. I watched the ceeiling a while, then a male came over to me.
I can tell you Brothers and Sisters, it was awful. The guy looked like a gay. He had tight pants and a shirt with open arms. His hairstyle was gay, and i believe there was also make up in his face. So he started to wash my hairs, his fingers touched my head over and over again. I can not describe it completly but i had the feeling that he tried to stroke my scalp. I became more and more nervous, i did not knew what to do with my eyes. Should i watch the ceeling or should i close my eyes and think of the Bible?
I can honestly say that this moment was one of the worst in my whole life. That gay doesn't even thought about to stop his doings. After he massaged my head with his shampoo, he started to wash it out with water. He asked me:" Is it warm enough?" and all i could say was "Yes" and i just nooded my head.
I wanted to stand up of this seat and run away, never come back. But i knew i couldn't because all that people would watch me and laught.
So after the torture was over he led me to another seat in fron of a mirror. He asked me how i want my haircut, but all i wanted to do was to come out of that situation. I just told him to make them short.
He started to cut my hair, over and over again i saw how his eyes watched me throught the mirror. I felt that he doesn't look on my hairs, he watched my face, probably he had homosexuall thoughts. I was trapped in that seat more then half an hour....
After it was over i was completly confused and when i was home it occured to me that my jacket is still hanging in the barber shop.
So i went a second time there. I wstood a while in front of the store window because i waited on the moment i could go in without been seen.
So I will never, never visit any barber shop again! This was the most embarrasing moment in my whole life. I prefer to cut my hairs by miself instead of feeling gay-fingers on my head again!
I was very pleased to her because i was able to save much money. Unfortunately her health had become worser and worser over the last years. She also works in my garden over the summer, she says she gets too old for that kind of work, but i know that she needs that. Everyone needs a job to stay alive, so i think she needs that work to stay healthy. Nevertheless i could not convince her to do my haircut again...
Alright that was the beginning of my misery. I finally went to an local hairdresser. I had a very bad feeling about all that because i am not used to meet people which are not Christians or in my local Church. But I had no other choice and so i went to an small Barbershop in my town.
I went in and a small blonde woman welcomed me, she smiled in a very lovely way. I confirmed my name to her and she told me that they reserved a seat for me.
Alright up to this point i was relaxed and the woman led me to a special seat which was made for the hair washing. I sat down and lean back, put my head back over the washbasin. I watched the ceeiling a while, then a male came over to me.
I can tell you Brothers and Sisters, it was awful. The guy looked like a gay. He had tight pants and a shirt with open arms. His hairstyle was gay, and i believe there was also make up in his face. So he started to wash my hairs, his fingers touched my head over and over again. I can not describe it completly but i had the feeling that he tried to stroke my scalp. I became more and more nervous, i did not knew what to do with my eyes. Should i watch the ceeling or should i close my eyes and think of the Bible?
I can honestly say that this moment was one of the worst in my whole life. That gay doesn't even thought about to stop his doings. After he massaged my head with his shampoo, he started to wash it out with water. He asked me:" Is it warm enough?" and all i could say was "Yes" and i just nooded my head.
I wanted to stand up of this seat and run away, never come back. But i knew i couldn't because all that people would watch me and laught.
So after the torture was over he led me to another seat in fron of a mirror. He asked me how i want my haircut, but all i wanted to do was to come out of that situation. I just told him to make them short.
He started to cut my hair, over and over again i saw how his eyes watched me throught the mirror. I felt that he doesn't look on my hairs, he watched my face, probably he had homosexuall thoughts. I was trapped in that seat more then half an hour....
After it was over i was completly confused and when i was home it occured to me that my jacket is still hanging in the barber shop.
So i went a second time there. I wstood a while in front of the store window because i waited on the moment i could go in without been seen.
So I will never, never visit any barber shop again! This was the most embarrasing moment in my whole life. I prefer to cut my hairs by miself instead of feeling gay-fingers on my head again!
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