When they asked me what I wanted to do when I grew up; I told them I wanted to be a barber and own a barber shop.
I couldn’t wait to be old enough to go to barber school.
I also couldn’t believe how much I had to learn. I figured I would learn how to cut hair like they do in those movies. I had to learn about scalps, scalp diseases, and even how to remove ticks from the scalp. I learned how to do hot towel facials and straight razor shaves. I had to admit that even though there were a lot of books and reading, the hands-on work was a lot of fun. When I got into straight razor shaves, I wanted to practice on my dad and grandpa. Dad made me promise not to slit his throat. Grandpa gave me his Last Will and Testament to take care of in case he didn’t survive the shave. I almost didn’t use them for guinea pigs, but I laughed and gave them the best shaves they had ever had. I asked mom if she would let me give her a facial. I told her it was a hot towel facial, and she wasn’t quite as amenable as dad and grandpa. She told me that heat wasn’t good for her complexion, and she was not interested. I told her it would be good for her complexion. A hot towel facial would pull out the impurities and make her skin glow when I was done. Before she agreed, she made me promise that if she had any problems after the hot towel facial, I would pay the doctor for the visit.