Ok, so I went to the local corner grocery store to grab a Rani float. It's basically a drink combo of juice with chunks of fruit. Pretty decent.
Anyhow, I stopped by to pick up my dry cleaning from the shop next door.
Next to this shop was a barbershop, so I figured I'd get a haircut.
This guy starting going Edward Scissorhands on my mop. He didn't use his fingers to make sure the lengths were even, he just started cutting. When he was done, there was some sort of head massage. The haricut was supreme and well done. For a guy with simple hair needs, I couldn't complain.
But I was thinking I should refer people to him, because there is a guy at work who needs a better barber. Unfortunately, I have no idea where I live. I don't know my address. I just know how to get there. It took me two weeks to find a street sign that had the name of my road (Al Ezz in case you're wondering). Not that anyone knows where this street was. I asked a guy if he knew were Ezz was a few days ago, and he had no idea.
We were standing on Ezz street and he lives across the street.
Anyhow, I did find a mapping site, but it only knows about my nearest roundabout (Al Soudan - again in case you have a dire need to find out where I live). Google Maps and Windows Live! are useless here.
Back to the haricut. I'm sitting here daydreaming and realize that he's shaving around my ears to clean up any loose hairs. I didn't react fast enough to stop it. Bamn - whitewalled!
Owner login
