Barber Blooper

Howdy all! It has jolly well been a long time, hasn't it! I do not wish to abandon you all, thus I return.
To be able to return, one needs to have something to write about.. an anecdote or a limerick.
Poor memory, an uneventful life or the sheer lack of desire comprise some of the obstacles that deny us a story to share. There are those who write as an obligation. Then again, some of us refuse to compromise on our dignity by harping on endlessly about food.
Well, today I return for I have something to say.
Did you know that New York is not the capital of the United States? Err.. no, that's not it. I digress.

A yes, Barber Blooper.
Every time we blog, we attempt to title the post with the intention of summarising the entire narration in a few words. Then again, there are those who title an entry "My Trip To Alabama" and deliberate on the Indian Independence Struggle. But as you must've guessed, I do not belong to that category of persons.

So back to Barber Bloopers.
The event occurred at.... well, the barber's. On the scene were 3 boys, say Boy 1, Boy 2 and Boy Me as well as a girl, say Girl. Here, it may be noted that Girl was (is) a scamp.
Boy 1 needed a shave. Boy 2, Boy Me and Girl, you'd be interested to know, did not. Nonetheless, they accompanied to the barber as it conveniently fell on their way home and as it is sometimes expected of people the grounds of friendship.

Thus, we entered 'Super Hairdresser', which I'd suppose to be Manipal's most frequented Men's Saloon.
The layout of the saloon is as shown.


Door 1 would be the Main Door and the remaining 3 lead to 3 enclosures where one finds a lot of hair flying around.

As we entered through Door 1, Boy 1 promptly disappeared behind Door 3 into the A/C Enclosure of the parlour. As the glass walls were tinted, we could not observe what ensued behind them. As he has gone for over a quarter of an hour, rather excessive for a simple shave, we were puzzled as to what could beget the delay, tempting us to arrive at our own wicked conclusions. That he emerged with the top 2 buttons of his shirt undone only aggravated our curiosity. That they were undone even before he had disappeared behind the door was his saving grace.

During the wait, we sat on the benches adjacent to Door 1, looking disinterested in the general administration of the saloon. Time and again, an employee would appear from one of the three doors (2,3 or 4) and ask Boy 2 and Boy Me if we desired their services, since we were utilising the bench space, the oxygen within the room and the wind from their fan, particularly ear-marked for waiting customers. The girl was never questioned as it was a men's saloon. Owing to this discrimination, she was slightly offended and would occasionally requesting a shave. For some obnoxious and unfathomable reason, none of the barbers took her seriously.

Eventually, we tired of sitting and Boy Me rose, pulled Girl through Door 2 where a rather timid-looking bloke, whom I shall call Bloke, stood by a chair, gazing at the door. Boy Me pushed Girl towards him and convincingly proclaimed that Girl wanted a shave. A short explosion of laughter emerged from Girl, which she subsequently stifled, pulled a straight face and corroborated that she indeed wanted one that very moment. Bloke smiled from ear to ear and looked embarrassed, but refused to play along with us.
Just then, a barber walked around us from behind, picked up a hand-towel and started drying Bloke's face. Bloke walked past us to the cash counter to pay.
Meanwhile, Boy Me and Girl realised their blunder and burst out of Door 1, bursting with hysterical laughter that they were unable to control.
Bloke too emerged from the door, still smiling in embarrassment and blushing a crimson red.