Sunday, May 29, 2011

Haircuts

So I have had two haircuts in Beijing now.  I found this small place near our house, and decided to give it a try.  So I pulled up "haircut" on my phone (jian tou fa) and walked on in.  Making scissors with my hands and saying "jian tou fa" I was able to get my point across.  He sat me down in the chair, and I thought all was good.  The next thing I know, this dude is rubbing shampoo into my hair and adding water. 

I know enough Chinese to ask him "what are you doing", he said "I'm washing your hair".  My completely appropriate response was, "I know that, why are you washing my hair".  He then said something in Chinese I couldn't understand, and I reiterated "JIAN TOU FA".  At that point the manager came over and started explaining in Chinese why he had to wash my hair.  I still didn't understand, but at this point, most of the barber shop was staring at me, so I had the heck with it, and let this guy wash my hair.  It then got worse.  It turns out it's not just a shampoo, but it is also a head massage.  So this guy, who is definitely on the effeminate side, starts rubbing my temples and the back of my head and so on.  I am feeling extremely uncomfortable.  Then we have to go to the back room, where he washes the soap out.  After that, a different guy sits you down for your plain old traditional haircut experience.  The haircut was very good.  They scissor cut most of my hair instead of just using the clippers, which is pretty cool.  So, the next day, when I go to work, I'm telling my coworker about it, and he tells me this is totally normal.  He even says, it's the best $6 you will ever spend.  Since then, I have had to go back for a second haircut.  I begged Kamala to come along with me, just to make sure the guy knew, no amount of head-rubbing was going to impress me. 

-JASON

1 comment:

mcgoughv said...

The look of intense comfort and pleasure on your face tells the true story that your words do not.