- I really like my usual barber, but because of my being without a car during the day and holiday closures I haven't been able to get over there. I suspected it was time, and that was confirmed when I went out the other night and got "Look, it's Gene Shalit!" and "Hey, somebody brought Mario with them!"
- The barber shop at the union is convenient, cheap, and is satisfactorily manly as barber shops go. There are prices for a woman's shampoo and cut on the sign, but I cannot imagine any woman thinking this was a place where beauty is sculpted. This is a place where embarrassment is momentarily quelled.
- The barber is practically a mute when it comes to small talk, which I like. I don't really talk sports or politics very well so unless I can come across a comparative lit doctorate who dropped out to become a barber, I'm happy with the silence. I did catch him looking up at the TV a number of times, which made me a little nervous, but mine is a simple razor cut with a wide margin for error.
- Two amenities you don't get everywhere - straight razor shave on the neck and sideburns and a hot towel after. I heard somewhere that straight razor shaves are illegal in some places, so I hope I am not outing him to the Fuzz (as it were) . If I were implausibly more loose with my money, I would get a full shave at least once a week, for right now I can feel the vibrations of the cosmos on the back of my bare-naked neck. I can only imagine how vibrant the world would be with a full straight razor shave.
- My favorite thing is the labyrinth one must traverse to get to the barber shop. The union is under massive reconstruction so the shop that was once off a main corridor is now deep in the bowels of the building. Here, come along with me!