On Friday morning, I visited the Barbershop near work. It's a colorful place to say the least. I'm usually the only caucasian there. The barbers, who are four guys from Trinidad, frequently make comments about white folks and how terrible they are around me. The other day they were talking about getting basketball jerseys and the guy cutting my hair said, "why would any of us want some white guy's name on the back of our jersey." Everyone looked at him bug eyed and then did the eye sweep down to me. He apologized a dozen times, even calling me later to apologize.
Additionally, the gents are pretty homophobic. I'm not surprised by it. Although it is against my nature, I haven't revealed that I'm gay. I never say the gender of my spouse, and they assume that David is a Nigerian woman. They frequently speak in pigeon and I know that they are talking about me on occasion and not in such a nice way.
I keep going there because it is close to work and every other place I have tried is just not convenient and doesn't do a very good job. I get frustrated every two or three months and try another place, only to return here.
There is one barber there that all the mom's who drop their kids off at the shop flirt with. I've flirted a bit too and poked a bit of fun at him. He is the most muscular and handsome man in the group. He is always talking sports or women with all the guys waiting for cuts on the bench. He is the alpha male of the shop and everyone knows it.
I haven't seen much goodness out of the guys in this shop. The guy talk is as all guy talk is in lockerrooms or barbershops I'm guessing. Only on occasion does a woman come in. It's usually an older woman who the gents all treat like a grandmother.
On Friday, a lady who was about 50 years old came in. She was dressed in very baggy clothes and had a hoody on with the hood up. I was in the chair getting my cut and there were four guys on the bench waiting and all talking basketball loudly.
Alpha barber was leading the conversation. A guy popped in and asked him for a cut and how long the wait was. He said that guy was next. Then the lady said quietly, "I was hoping I was next." He looked a bit surprised and told the guy that she was next, he thought she was waiting for whoever was open.
At this point, I'm in the barber chair next to alpha barber. I was there when he came in. I greeted him with, "Good morning, sunshine." That made him glare a bit because the gents waiting for him thought it was funny. Needless to say, I was advising my own barber on how to get his daughter more involved in medicine. She is only 12 and he wants her to be a doctor. Given my work at a medical school, previous work at Hartwick, and other involvement with youngsters as a Sunday School teacher, I'm happy to talk about how to get any youngster more engaged.
As alpha barber finished up the cut in his chair, my barber started shaping my beard. As this lady sat down, she started to talk in a very quiet voice to alpha barber. She put down her hood and her hair was falling off in patches. She took a deep breath and held it in for a moment as if steeling herself up to talk to him. He continued to talk loudly about basketball and the current players and teams. She then let out an almost inaudible sigh and her shoulders slumped.
I was pretty pissed off at this thinking what this poor woman must be going through and here this muscled jock alpha barber was just going to brush her off.
I don't think anyone else heard her but me. He kept up the banter with the guys while having a very quiet conversation with her that made me tear up a little.
Lady: "I wanted to come to you because I knew you'd do a good job for me."
Alpha: "What's going on? What do you want?"
Lady: "I've just finished chemo. I don't know quite what I want. I just want it to look ok."
Alpha: "Don't worry, I'll help you out. How was chemo? Are you ok?"
Lady: "It hurts a lot. I'm still in pain, but I'm here."
Alpha: "I'm going to fix you up. Don't you worry."
Lady: "What are we going to do?"
Alpha: "I'm just going to shape this all up so you come outa here shinin'. Do you want to talk about it? Are you ok."
Lady: "Thank you. I trust you."
I wish I could have captured the other talk he was having about basketball loudly with the other guys while he did this. I frankly care so little about sports that I didn't pay attention. This all happened as my haircut and shave was finishing up. The timid lady who looked like she was having a terrible day when she walked in seemed to be at least being cared for. My heart melted a little for alpha barber. I guest you can find a bit of humanity in some surprising places.