Shave and a haircut costs not so much more than two bits on the sidewalks of Phnom Penh.
Gentlemen, when did you last have your hair cut with manual clippers, that is, without the insistent buzz of electric ones. My last time was a couple of weeks ago.
I think my previous such occasion until moving to Cambodia must have been when I was around 10 years old, so long ago that I have no confidence in the memory. (What I do remember is the Odell Hair Trainer, a cross between glue and shellac, that a Watertown, Mass. barber — yes, “barber” — used to sculpt my locks into a frozen wave mighty enough to make a surfer envious.)
About one thing my memory is quite clear, however. I know I never once had my hair cut al fresco. Continue reading
