Decided to try the barber shop around the corner from the new place yesterday. It’s either run by Greeks (local ethnicity) or folks of Eastern European decent. Not quite sure on that.
I was the first guy there bright and early at about 8:30am. Walk in and sit down right away.
The barber and I strike up the standard conversation ‘do you live around here, do you work in the city, do you like it’. Good stuff.
As Val (i think that’s his name) was a cutting my hair, another guy walked in. From the look of it he was the owner, and from the suit, not working today.
He said hello to me, and conversed with Val about some stuff.
At this point the mailman shows up. He is the typical ‘New Yawker’. Brooklyn type accent and all. And this is when it gets funny!
The mailman and the suit dressed owner start up bantering about topics ranging from both of their preferred sexual preference, to the validity and trustworthiness of their heritages, to (get this) giving each other Brazilian waxes (NSFW!!). The conversation went like this:
Suit: “How about you give me a Brazilian Wax”
Postman: “Oh Yeah, get me a fk’ng straight razor and I’ll fk’ng give you a Braizilian Wax!”
I am dying laughing as is Val the barber. Thankfully, he did a great job on the haircut.
You don’t get culture like this anywhere else!
#1 by The Wife on September 14, 2008 4:21 pm - 4:21 pm
You forgot to mention the part about “If your wife doesn’t like it, this will be the last time I see you.” 😉