Mwalimu-G
Elder Lister
Or rather I changed my barbershop.
I have been shaven in this barbershop for more than a year. During that time there was only one incident when I stopped the barber from using a towel from a bucket of dirty towels that was in the salon.
My immediate former barber is a young man who keeps his hair shaggy (the irony!) with one cowrie shell attached to a strand that hangs over his right eye. The routine is he shaves me then a PYT (with a fine ass!
) does the washing, massaging and moisturizing.
So during my pre-Christmas shave I popped in only to find some reggae music booming from the system. The young man and the lady stukad guiltily (I think they had been dancing since there were no customers) but I didn't think much about it. Before I sat I told the young man to reduce the volume. He however stopped shaving twice to pump it up with me reminding him to tone it down.
Except for those incidents with the music all was well until he got to the part of trimming my beard. A foul smell hit me hard. It was the smell of shit (yes, mavi!) and freshly smoked cannabis. I think immediately after smoking his stuff he had visited the toilet without (enough) paper and the mess had contaminated his hands.
I told him to go to the sink and wash his hands with soap before proceeding. He looked at me strangely, smelled his hands and that's when it hit him.
He came and apologized profusely before completing his job but, needless to say, I wasn't impressed. That is the last time he shaved me.
This post is inspired by this comment from @Abba.
"Unaona hiyo handle ya choo, it's worse than sharing soap. Someone touches his ass , then without washing hands he touched the door handle that you will touch to lock yourself in..."
I have been shaven in this barbershop for more than a year. During that time there was only one incident when I stopped the barber from using a towel from a bucket of dirty towels that was in the salon.
My immediate former barber is a young man who keeps his hair shaggy (the irony!) with one cowrie shell attached to a strand that hangs over his right eye. The routine is he shaves me then a PYT (with a fine ass!
) does the washing, massaging and moisturizing.So during my pre-Christmas shave I popped in only to find some reggae music booming from the system. The young man and the lady stukad guiltily (I think they had been dancing since there were no customers) but I didn't think much about it. Before I sat I told the young man to reduce the volume. He however stopped shaving twice to pump it up with me reminding him to tone it down.
Except for those incidents with the music all was well until he got to the part of trimming my beard. A foul smell hit me hard. It was the smell of shit (yes, mavi!) and freshly smoked cannabis. I think immediately after smoking his stuff he had visited the toilet without (enough) paper and the mess had contaminated his hands.
I told him to go to the sink and wash his hands with soap before proceeding. He looked at me strangely, smelled his hands and that's when it hit him.
He came and apologized profusely before completing his job but, needless to say, I wasn't impressed. That is the last time he shaved me.
This post is inspired by this comment from @Abba.
"Unaona hiyo handle ya choo, it's worse than sharing soap. Someone touches his ass , then without washing hands he touched the door handle that you will touch to lock yourself in..."
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