Feb 28th 2019 a day to remember. This day symbolize the day that I found the perfect barber. Let me tell you why this search was a journey. It all goes back to my first haircut appointment. During my second week here I needed to get a haircut so I asked my teammate, Aaron, if he knew any good barbers. He said “yes, his barber would be perfect. Without hesitation Aaron, Mike Riopel, a victor scholar at Ulster University, and I went to get our haircut. Mike went first and was content with the result. Then, I went next. I was in the chair for approximately 10 minutes before I heard snickering coming from Mike’s direction. I looked in the mirror to find Mike and Aaron chuckling. Wondering what they were laughing at I looked around before I finally looked at my hair. My heart dropped. When I looked at my hair there were patches all over and the hair length was uneven. In an effort to fix it she would have had to cut my hair to a shorter length than normal (close to bald). But then I noticed that she was nervous. To a point where I saw that her hands were shaking.
Clearly she made a mistake, and I could tell that it was an honest one. I felt bad so I just took over the job. Meaning that for the next 20 or so minutes, I sat in the chair, and cut my own hair as she and mike traded places holding the mirror. I could tell that she felt terrible and was nervous afterword. I didn’t think it was that big a deal quite honestly. It was an experience. A funny experience. Unfortunately, it was at the expense of a less than preferred haircut, but it was a memorable time. We shared a hug, We took a picture, and we laughed it away. She was kind enough to not charge me for the haircut. Upon exiting I told her playfully that at some point before I left the country I would be back, but next time she would have to finish the job herself, and she cheerfully agreed.
