Stopped going to a barber in 1985 when Max my barber died of cancer.tried to have a haircut w/ barber that bought his shop, but this guy was slow,and strange.
SOB,asked me if he could stop mid haircut to eat his lunch!
That did it, have not been back to a barber shop since.
Only difference between a good hair cut and a bad one, is two weeks anyhow
