Got my ears lowered

Last weekend, while out on an errand with the Missus, I spied something I had not seen a quite some time:

A spinning red, white and blue pole attached to door frame.

Yes, here in the Land of the Never Ending Strip Mall, I found an honest to goodness barber shop. I made a second, slower pass and saw that they opened early on Saturdays (which makes the end of my Friday night after work arrive all that sooner).

And that is where I’ve been this AM. Real barber shop chairs, real glass jar with the real blue liquid inside, and a real “Helen Waite” sign* up on the wall! I must say, for a hole in the wall joint, he does a brisk business. I was a couple minutes early and I was still the third in line, and he had three guys waiting after me.

After my last cut at one of the many chain chop-shops, I swore I was going to find a place that had someone who could really cut hair or else I’d just be grabbing the dog shears and doing it myself from now on.

So if’n you’re in the south end of King County and want a real, honest to goodness hair cut by someone who knows what the hell he’s doing, drop me a line and I’ll give you Glen’s location.

* A “Helen Waite” sign is one that tells the reader “Helen Waite is our (so and so). If you want (such and such) go to Helen Waite”. In Glen’s case, she is the head of his credit department. Known variations include “Complaint Department” and “Someone who cares”.