Since I’ve been in Tucson, I default to the nearby Supercuts or Great Clips for my haircuts. There’s nothing inherently wrong with these places. Was my hair shorter when I left than when I came in? Yes. Here’s the problem though.
Was the stylist someone who I’d never seen before and will never see again? Yes.
Does the stylist have an indiscernible accent and a blank stare when you ask for their opinion about what would look good? Yes.
The reason I am here and not still trying to cut my own hair in the bathroom is because I want someone who knows what they are doing to help me with my image. If I knew what I wanted I would figure out a way to cheap out and do it myself.
I decide it’s time to find an actual hair stylist whose name I might remember and will ask for time and time again. This hairstylist will actually attempt to maintain pleasant conversation during the otherwise socially awkward 20 minutes.
After almost no looking at all, I break down and decide to try this salon and barbershop that I run past all the time near Reid Park.
I walked in and felt like I was in the movie Barbershop. I was definitely the only Caucasian person in the room. It was legit though.
We chatted. He looked more than once at my hair to see if it actually looked good. He challenged my order because I clearly had no idea what I was talking about. Only moderate dissatisfaction with my previous salon selection was expressed in a humorously shameful tone.
Now my hair looks bomb-diggity, and I can say a person cut my hair, not a place. In reality, it’s not the place doing the work, it is the PERSON.
Get to know your people.
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