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| - I got almost all my haircuts for about 3 years here. And although I could never put my finger on it until recently, there was always something slightly unsettling about the experience; as if it recalled something uncomfortable from my past.
I should point out that I'm not into sports at all, so their theme wasn't what got me in the door. TVs running CSPAN or the NASA channel would've been at least as appealing. The idea of getting all emotional about a bunch of guys you've never met scoring more points than a bunch of other guys you've never met will forever be a foreign one to me. You might say I should've just taken my business elsewhere. But the sports theme wasn't a problem. Differences of opinion about how best to spend a Sunday afternoon in autumn aside, a haircut is a haircut.
Then a few months ago I had a rather coarse young woman cutting my hair who asked me something about football. When I politely told her I wasn't really into football she said, "Well, I don't have anything else to say to you."
Bear in mind, she didn't know I don't care much for any sport. I only told her that football wasn't my thing. Am I to take from this that no matter how devoted a follower of other sports, if a customer doesn't prostrate himself before the glory of almighty football she really can't bother to continue the arduous task of making conversation? If it weren't said with a straight face and followed by a near complete lack of conversation I'd have thought she was joking.
This same woman on other occasions would swear openly and loud enough for all to hear. Now, profanity doesn't bother me one fucking bit. But I have to question the intelligence of someone who doesn't realize that some of her customer are bound to be religious types who will take their money somewhere else. In her case, I wish they would. Even if it's not offensive, it's unprofessional.
Other times, if I brought a book to read while I waited, someone would use it as an opportunity to make conversation and ask what I was reading. Then after a brief description of the book I'd be treated like a pocket-protector-wearing, extra-credit-earning, highwater pants sporting nerd. That's when I realized the source of my unease. It was like being in high school again and I was a nerd who took a wrong turn and found himself in a hostile locker room.
To their credit, the coupons are pretty plentiful. The haircuts usually range from adequate to good and the MVP service is pretty nice if you have the time and are so inclined as to enjoy aging cheerleader types massaging your head in a back room. Just don't go if you aren't into sports and don't want to deal with the attitude of people with a high school maturity level.
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