"But wait, it gets weirder!"
So far every haircut has been an adventure to say the least, and this last one is no exception. I had some time to kill before my class one morning so I decided to get a haircut. I went to the same place that I went to last time because the price was relatively cheap and they did a good job. So I take my seat in the chair and prepare for your standard everyday haircut. In the shop was another man lying back in his chair. I thought nothing of it and assumed maybe he was just getting a shave. He was an older Taiwanese gent, but his English was pr�tty good, so he started to ask me some questions. And with joy I answered. It felt like one of those old timer places where the old men go to get their hair cut and shoot the shit. But then everything went SNAFU.
A lady walked out of the back room and began to massage Walter (that�s his name, if you care). He had a blanket over his body so all that I could see of him was his head. The ladies hands were up near the top of his chest (under the blanket.)
I then had to go to get shampooed and that required walking past Walter. By this time the woman�s hand had travelled south to his abdomen. Still just a regular massage, I thought. After I was lathered and rinsed I headed back to the chair and looked to see the lady squeezing a grapefruit in a juicer and then rubbing the juice on her arms.
But wait! It gets weirder!
Walter then bunched the blanket around �you know where� and heaved a deep sigh. The woman then put her hands under the blanket and moved �downtown�. I couldn�t believe it! And the strange thing is Walter was still occasionally asking me questions!
My haircut was then over and so I payed the barber, and said good bye to Walter. But before I left I figured what the hell I�ll ask how much the �massage� costs. Walter just stopped talking and basically told me to go away. Now, if someone talks to you while they get that done to them, don�t you think that it�s perfectly OK to inquire to the price of said service? Oh well, I left the shop and I don�t think I will be heading there anytime soon. If my next hair cut goes freaky then I will never get another one while I am in Taiwan.
So far every haircut has been an adventure to say the least, and this last one is no exception. I had some time to kill before my class one morning so I decided to get a haircut. I went to the same place that I went to last time because the price was relatively cheap and they did a good job. So I take my seat in the chair and prepare for your standard everyday haircut. In the shop was another man lying back in his chair. I thought nothing of it and assumed maybe he was just getting a shave. He was an older Taiwanese gent, but his English was pr�tty good, so he started to ask me some questions. And with joy I answered. It felt like one of those old timer places where the old men go to get their hair cut and shoot the shit. But then everything went SNAFU.
A lady walked out of the back room and began to massage Walter (that�s his name, if you care). He had a blanket over his body so all that I could see of him was his head. The ladies hands were up near the top of his chest (under the blanket.)
I then had to go to get shampooed and that required walking past Walter. By this time the woman�s hand had travelled south to his abdomen. Still just a regular massage, I thought. After I was lathered and rinsed I headed back to the chair and looked to see the lady squeezing a grapefruit in a juicer and then rubbing the juice on her arms.
But wait! It gets weirder!
Walter then bunched the blanket around �you know where� and heaved a deep sigh. The woman then put her hands under the blanket and moved �downtown�. I couldn�t believe it! And the strange thing is Walter was still occasionally asking me questions!
My haircut was then over and so I payed the barber, and said good bye to Walter. But before I left I figured what the hell I�ll ask how much the �massage� costs. Walter just stopped talking and basically told me to go away. Now, if someone talks to you while they get that done to them, don�t you think that it�s perfectly OK to inquire to the price of said service? Oh well, I left the shop and I don�t think I will be heading there anytime soon. If my next hair cut goes freaky then I will never get another one while I am in Taiwan.
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