Got a haircut today, I look nice! For the first time in my life, possibly, I told the barber to do whatever she wanted, and not just make it as short as she would be willing to. The sides are slightly longer than I had hoped, and the rest of the head is not short at all, but I look nice, and not like one of those people who can't be bothered to get a haircut often so they'll just get a haircut every six months or so and get it trimmed as short as legally possible. Like haircut is a part of self-expression it turns out, and ignoring it entirely doesn't make it go away, yeah?
In any case, they used to charge 20 bucks, and I'd add 5 bucks to make it 25, which was way way wayyy cheaper than anything else anywhere nearby, and about the same price I've paid for the last twelve years of my stay in this country. Today they asked for 25 buckaroos. And I happily paid that, plus five extra because this is still by far the cheapest, the cut was pretty decent, and they try really really hard to be friendly and talkative with their customers. I was not as amicable as I could have because....there was not much to talk about, was there, considering how infrequently I go, but still they tried and it was awkward and the extra tip was an acknowledgement of the weirdness.
Yeah everything's going up in price, and I'm proud to support hardworking vietnamese immigrants, folks like myself who are underpricing themselves to get a foothold in the tough world out there.
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