YAY I still have hair!!

I was adventuring today in my usual way (wandering aimlessly of course) and trying to find a place where I could get a haircut. Most places require you to take a loan out, or donate your left arm, in order to get a trim. I was not going to pay over 2,000 yen, seeing as I am cheap. Men never should have to spend over $15 in my opinion to shorten their hair. So when I found this place in Fuse for 1,890 yen, I figured I would give it a shot. What did I have to lose (other than all my hair)?

So I go in there and it's not too busy. There is a television playing...what else but really loud and obnoxious Japanese soap operas! The man approaches me and has me sit down in a chair. Then asks what my "style" is. 16 gestures/broken Japanese sentences later, he was underway. The blade was pretty thin it turned out, because I could start to see my scalp quite clearly. I was completely terrified that he was buzzing me. But then he whipped out the scissors, started performing some magic, and about 10 minutes later, my hair looked normal again, and I wasn't completely bald.

THEN he walks away and this woman comes over to my chair. A team effort, I see. So she goes to work on my scalp with some sort of hair tonic. Cool, cool. Soon after she is smacking the back of my head with her hands in some sort of post-haircut ritual known as "the hitting of the head with hands." She got my shoulders too, that was nice. Then it was time for the traditional hot, steaming, melt-your-face-off towel, to remove any loose hairs of course.

The process was quite painless actually, and I don't look half bad if I do say so myself. Let me tell you, it took a lot of courage to walk in to a haircut place in Japan. It's not even easy for me to get one in English, I never know what to say. So you can imagine my surprise when the whole ordeal turned out A-OK!! Sugoi!!! Ja, mata.