Casey finished installing the network system and moved on to another project with an office building going up just down the street from the hotel. He had been on the project for three weeks when, one evening he came in the hotel and over to the shop with a very handsome guy. Obviously this guy was on the construction crew. Tall, tan thick black hair that was just over the ears and bangs he kept pushing out of his eyes.

I was just finishing up with an older gentleman who was in town for a meeting. So they had a seat. When I was finished with the older gentleman, Casey introduced me to Mark something-or-other from where-ever. I have never seen that deep jet black hair before. It complemented his pale complexion and emerald green eyes.

After introductions were made, Casey said that Mark was crew chief at the construction site. Mark had asked Casey where he got his hair cut because it was so very neat. (Thank you, I accept this Oscar. . . ) Casey told Mark that he would drop him off at the barber shop on his way home.

As Mark sat down, I noticed Casey starting to leave and then he turned around and sat down. He said he could use a trim. (Yeh, sure) I smirked. I turned to Mark and I ran my fingers through his thick black hair it was about five or six inches on top and three or four inches on the sides and back. I asked him what he had in mind. (I know what I had in mind, but I wanted this to seem like it was his decision) Mark wanted it short. Enough to run his fingers through on top, but really short all over.

I got out my handy Oster with the #8 (1”). Starting on his right hand side, I tilted his head slightly and clicked on the clippers. I started just above his big thick sideburns (I would deal with them later) and slowly moved the razor up side of his head. I continued around his ears moving the razor slowly and firmly up watching a couple of inches of hair fall on the cape and the floor.

Moving towards the back, I tilted his head forward and moved the razor slowly from the nape of his neck to the crown. By the time the razor reached the crown long thick chunks of hair five to six inches were falling on the floor. I continued moving around the back moving the razor slowing up the back of his head to his crown.

Next, I moved to his left side and again tilted his head slightly. I moved the razor slowly up the side and around his ear. A huge pile of hair landed on his lap. I finished cutting the left side.

I moved back around to his right side and tilted his head forward. I placed the razor with the #8 at the hairline and slowly plowed through a five to six inch forest of thick black hair. Since I had tilted his head forward, most of the hair fell into his lap. I continued slowly moving the razor across his head from front to crown until I reached the left side. I went back over front to crown again just to make sure.

I took of the #8 attachment and put on #2 (1/4”) blade. The hard work had already been done, so I very quickly reduced the sides and back from one inch to 1/4”. Then I moved the razor up to the crown and buzzed the crown down to 1/4”. I got out my flat top comb and slowly worked my way forward shaping that 1 inch top into a very sleek ivy league. I left enough to comb over and just a hint of bangs.

Then I took off the blade and moved over to his right and shaved off his long thick sideburns right up to the hairline. I repeated the same on his left side.

I got out the shaving cream and straight razor and slowly defined the edges of his cut and cleaned up the back of the neck and sides.

Once again I got out the Oster with taper blades and with my best comb and tapered the sides and back from #000 (1/50”) to #2 (1/4”).

I took a deep breath and brushed him off. He looked like a completely different person.

He thanked me and paid me (always nice) then tipped me (wow). He ran his hand over the back of his head and said he’d have to get a new id for the work site now. He thanked me again and said good night.

I turned around and Casey was already in the chair. I walked over to the door, waved to Peter, shut and locked the door and then put up the closed sign and pulled the blinds. I turned around and well . . . . . . ain’t I a stinker?





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