That’s what you said, anyway–it was one of my best features, you said, and then you’d run your fingers through the strands like you’d never seen anything like them before–and when you accidentally got tangled in a clump, your face looked so innocently apologetic. Like you were worried you’d break me or something.
He always looked forward to the monthly trip to the barber shop, which had been open since the year he was born. He sat down in his usual chair, with the faded but still pretty leather and glossy silver handrails. As he sat down a sense of nostalgia built up inside him, and he cherished memories of his childhood while he got his hair done with professional quality.
Evelyn
My sylist resents being called a “barber,” so she won’t see my husband. He’s never been able to say “stylist.” It seems to have no relation to hair.
Deborah Hirsch Bezanis
Barber? Like the person who cuts your hair?
Oh! Like. Uh crap. What’s his name…
The one played by johnny depp. CRAP I GOTTA GET THIS. I will get this!
Fuck it nevermind. I like barber shops. the little red and white rotating thing. I could stare at that for hours on end. Just so pretty an loveoly…
Derp lovely***
And***
I fail at spelling. I can’t even go and correct it… I wonder how logn I can type after the thing says times up. Hmmmm.
Alex
He’s got his blade and his shaving cream. His tools of his trade. He could do a lot of damage, I reckon, with his blade. But the barber is nice. He wants to do his best. For this barber is not an evil one.
hair dresser for men. usually an older man who cuts all mens hair. many men go there for years usually since they were young and their fathers took them.
Ana
I haven’t been to a barber in almost a decade. My hair was never cut the way I wanted it, and usually cut as opposite to that as possible, whenever I’d go so I took it upon myself to buy a trimmer kit and keep my hair basic and cut myself. Part of me thinks that the problem was I was always going to “hair salons” with “hair dressers”, not a barbershop run by a kindly old man with steady hands, a sharp wit and a basic sensibility for hair. I’d consider going to a barber like that, but there better be a barbershop pole out front.
The person who cuts your hair. I am always fascinated with their poles, the ones with the old fashioned stripes in front of the store. They are a bit of a rarity actually nowadays. I never have actually been to a self proclaimed barber, mostly because I am pretty sure that they only cut men’s hair.
Liz
Like a careless barber, this person thoughtlessly lopped off half of my heart.
Emil
old man who sits and chats with other men Also known as a sissybooer. A male version of hens, aka, women who talk and gossip. He also deals with the grossest part of the body. Not a great job to retire from, but if your a people person, then that is fine. Whatever floats your boat I guess. I just remember barbers in movies, very happy. My aunt is a hair stylest, and she is happy and rich, but women make more than men, it’s more complicated.
Jessica
I don’t think people really say barber anymore. They just say, “I’m going to get a haircut.”
Can barbers only be guys?
“In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs of every head he’s had the pleasure to know.”
mrsfarsaiikeefe
He meticulously cut hair, day in and day out. Snip, snip, snip. He always loved that sound of the scissors slicing the hair – it gave him a kind of a satisfaction only a barber could appreciate.
Erika
i saw through a large glass door a barber cutting an old man’s scarce hair. he was doing it calmly, not caring about how much he had to take care of.
I’m not sure about barbers. I prefer hair dressers but Barberers are pretty funny, especially the Walters kind with that speech impediment. Bawbew Waltews. Anyway I don’t know much about barbers but I know a few guys who go to them. They like them, sure, but with this mop of hair you have to go to someone who can cut through steel brillo pads with the best of them.
there once was a barber named joe, everyone thought he was a good guy until he did a really bad job cutting someone’s hair. joe wasn’t the main barber at the barbery that he worked at, so eventually joe got fired by his boss barber bill. former barber joe was very very sad.
meg
sitting himself down in the old chair, the quartet sang as it descended the staircase. “what sort of madness is this?” he asked his reflection. “i thought it was wednesday.”
The barber hangs his coat on the wire
Opening the barbershop
Hair on the floor still!
Hair on the floor!
Why does his brother not pick up a broom?
Ever? Never!
Not once ever a broom
All it takes is a sweep.
The razor blade is quiet,
gleaming at barber.
He slips it in his pocket.
Exits.
Barber Shop’s closed today
Brennan Ruegg
the barber of seville ia
s an opera by rossini barber id a role that johnny depp played in the tim burton movie which name i forget. barber quartet a group of men performing dressed with striped vests, white shirts and blcakc pants
francine
one day i went to the barber because i needed a haircut and he didn’t stop cutting my hair when i told him to stop now i am bald and i cant thank him. so now i feel like a mean person because he thinks he did a good job and all i want is my hair back and his job gone. he clearly isn’t the best barber in all of town but he is my friend.
elana
the barber cut my hair with the shears that seemed to snap and slice with a beat reminiscent to the theme of The Barber of Seville. I played the song in my head as i watched my dead hair fall to the ground, like feathers.
Sebastian
the barbers hold immense power in those cutting hands of theirs. i wish barbers knew what you wanted, just by looking at you. weren’t they historically surgeons? trust those barbers.
The barber had his clippers in one hand and my hair in the other. Do you ever get that feeling of “What if he chops my ear off?” Or is that just me? I hear the blades slice through my hair, it’s a sickening sound it is. Hair isn’t even a true appendage, but it sure sounds like it.
barber poles barber poles
double bubble barber poles
short quick cut; a little off the top
just one more…to take the edge off
they can be addictive
a little conversation.
that fresh new smell.
the cream, the blade, the happy ending.
barber reminds me of barbara, barbara’s my nana, and i love her with all my heart, she’s very smart and does cross word puzzles every single day but for some reason she still lets me beat her at scrabble. she’s the smartest person i know, and i love her <3
april
Barber. I know a Barber, and not the one that does hair. I have mixed feelings about that word; cosmetologist or hairstylist is better, in my opinion. Although I suppose for a man, it would sound more “manly” to be called a barber.
Mandie
I think that i need a haircut. I tried to go today, but jason was out sick. Its not so bad that I have too much hair because jason is home sick and not earning any money today cutting hair
Peter Pappas
Now a barber is a hair dresser, but only for men…why is that? Why don’t they cut womens’ hair? Is there something better about mens’ hair than women’s hair? Hmm…these questions must be answered. I thought we had pushed past that “sexism” frontier decades ago…
hair, animals, this person will cut mens hair usually, reminds me of my dad and the holuday we once took. also reminds me of johnny depp in that film and the long razors that kill people. although also reminds me of the wax jackets posh students have in st andrews.
kez
Myles was in desperate need of a hair-cut. So Bridget had wrapped a towel around his neck and handed me a pair of dull scissors. I stood over him, cutting carefully around his ears and near his cold skin until the last strand floated down onto the floor.
barbershop quartets are cool but at the same time kinda creepy. I mean, they all sound good in theory, but in reality its a bunch of guys who get together and sing really old songs randomly.
Jevon
The barber went down the alley when somebody came around the corner – with a face like a wolf. Feeling like in Paradise, the barber … ran.
noddgs
barber
i don’t really know what a barber is, i think it is the person who shaves beards. beards that grow on chins and cheeks of men. there’s plenty of barber shops around here. usually they are using an razor. sometimes he uses scissors. i like beards on guys, only if they don’t give me a rush
Anca
He cut my ear with his scissors. Sorry, he said, his mouth spinning as fast as the red white and blue stereotype. My scissors, they do what they want.
And why was he bald? What does he have to prove? Do you go to school to learn to fuck up?
And he laughed and trimmed his mustache. Bushy like the burning bush.
JJ Astor IV
The barber was a strange man. He loved cutting people’s hair completely off. He would laugh maniacally as the person sat in his chair balling their eyes out at all of the hair on the floor.
Caron
there once was a barber that liked to strip people of their shoes. he hated everything. candy is stupid he would say. disgusting vandals destroy everything. i hate you all.
Monique
i never thought i’d need to go to one of those cause i was born a woman.
the future would play a game on me…
here’s my story… here’s my truth.
the 1st thing i did that night was start a book. for whom the bell tolls it was.
edelweiss
The young man walks into the barber shop with his long mop of hair. He always held dear to this as it was his way to differentiate himself from other males. Symbolic it was of his rebellion. Now it was time for him to grow up.
Ah the barber. Reminds me of the Demon Barber of Fleet Street. Sweeney Todd that is. What a dark premise. A man kills other men and makes them into pies. Who comes up with that kind of stuff?! It’s really quite disturbing. It really just shows the many bad effects of revenge.
Alex Hart
All I can think of is that Johnny Depp movie/musical, but I can’t remember the name. Not very creative or inspiring. Too much on my mind today, I need a haircut though…..
The man came in and sat down. This was too easy…
“So, how has your day been, sir?” The unaware man said casually.
“Quite good, actually.” The barber said. With a swift move of his wrist, he started to shave the man’s face with ease.
“Well, that’s swell.” And once the barber became bored with this conversation, with a slide of his wrist, the man’s throat was slit. This was not the barber’s first time, killing one of his victims, only wanting a shave but never leaving again…Oh no, This was not Sweeney Todd’s first kill, oh no not at all…
You used to love my hair.
That’s what you said, anyway–it was one of my best features, you said, and then you’d run your fingers through the strands like you’d never seen anything like them before–and when you accidentally got tangled in a clump, your face looked so innocently apologetic. Like you were worried you’d break me or something.
I went to the barber’s last week.
He always looked forward to the monthly trip to the barber shop, which had been open since the year he was born. He sat down in his usual chair, with the faded but still pretty leather and glossy silver handrails. As he sat down a sense of nostalgia built up inside him, and he cherished memories of his childhood while he got his hair done with professional quality.
My sylist resents being called a “barber,” so she won’t see my husband. He’s never been able to say “stylist.” It seems to have no relation to hair.
Barber? Like the person who cuts your hair?
Oh! Like. Uh crap. What’s his name…
The one played by johnny depp. CRAP I GOTTA GET THIS. I will get this!
Fuck it nevermind. I like barber shops. the little red and white rotating thing. I could stare at that for hours on end. Just so pretty an loveoly…
Derp lovely***
And***
I fail at spelling. I can’t even go and correct it… I wonder how logn I can type after the thing says times up. Hmmmm.
He’s got his blade and his shaving cream. His tools of his trade. He could do a lot of damage, I reckon, with his blade. But the barber is nice. He wants to do his best. For this barber is not an evil one.
hair dresser for men. usually an older man who cuts all mens hair. many men go there for years usually since they were young and their fathers took them.
I haven’t been to a barber in almost a decade. My hair was never cut the way I wanted it, and usually cut as opposite to that as possible, whenever I’d go so I took it upon myself to buy a trimmer kit and keep my hair basic and cut myself. Part of me thinks that the problem was I was always going to “hair salons” with “hair dressers”, not a barbershop run by a kindly old man with steady hands, a sharp wit and a basic sensibility for hair. I’d consider going to a barber like that, but there better be a barbershop pole out front.
The person who cuts your hair. I am always fascinated with their poles, the ones with the old fashioned stripes in front of the store. They are a bit of a rarity actually nowadays. I never have actually been to a self proclaimed barber, mostly because I am pretty sure that they only cut men’s hair.
Like a careless barber, this person thoughtlessly lopped off half of my heart.
old man who sits and chats with other men Also known as a sissybooer. A male version of hens, aka, women who talk and gossip. He also deals with the grossest part of the body. Not a great job to retire from, but if your a people person, then that is fine. Whatever floats your boat I guess. I just remember barbers in movies, very happy. My aunt is a hair stylest, and she is happy and rich, but women make more than men, it’s more complicated.
I don’t think people really say barber anymore. They just say, “I’m going to get a haircut.”
Can barbers only be guys?
“In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs of every head he’s had the pleasure to know.”
He meticulously cut hair, day in and day out. Snip, snip, snip. He always loved that sound of the scissors slicing the hair – it gave him a kind of a satisfaction only a barber could appreciate.
i saw through a large glass door a barber cutting an old man’s scarce hair. he was doing it calmly, not caring about how much he had to take care of.
I’m not sure about barbers. I prefer hair dressers but Barberers are pretty funny, especially the Walters kind with that speech impediment. Bawbew Waltews. Anyway I don’t know much about barbers but I know a few guys who go to them. They like them, sure, but with this mop of hair you have to go to someone who can cut through steel brillo pads with the best of them.
there once was a barber named joe, everyone thought he was a good guy until he did a really bad job cutting someone’s hair. joe wasn’t the main barber at the barbery that he worked at, so eventually joe got fired by his boss barber bill. former barber joe was very very sad.
sitting himself down in the old chair, the quartet sang as it descended the staircase. “what sort of madness is this?” he asked his reflection. “i thought it was wednesday.”
The barber hangs his coat on the wire
Opening the barbershop
Hair on the floor still!
Hair on the floor!
Why does his brother not pick up a broom?
Ever? Never!
Not once ever a broom
All it takes is a sweep.
The razor blade is quiet,
gleaming at barber.
He slips it in his pocket.
Exits.
Barber Shop’s closed today
the barber of seville ia
s an opera by rossini barber id a role that johnny depp played in the tim burton movie which name i forget. barber quartet a group of men performing dressed with striped vests, white shirts and blcakc pants
one day i went to the barber because i needed a haircut and he didn’t stop cutting my hair when i told him to stop now i am bald and i cant thank him. so now i feel like a mean person because he thinks he did a good job and all i want is my hair back and his job gone. he clearly isn’t the best barber in all of town but he is my friend.
the barber cut my hair with the shears that seemed to snap and slice with a beat reminiscent to the theme of The Barber of Seville. I played the song in my head as i watched my dead hair fall to the ground, like feathers.
the barbers hold immense power in those cutting hands of theirs. i wish barbers knew what you wanted, just by looking at you. weren’t they historically surgeons? trust those barbers.
The barber had his clippers in one hand and my hair in the other. Do you ever get that feeling of “What if he chops my ear off?” Or is that just me? I hear the blades slice through my hair, it’s a sickening sound it is. Hair isn’t even a true appendage, but it sure sounds like it.
barber poles barber poles
double bubble barber poles
short quick cut; a little off the top
just one more…to take the edge off
they can be addictive
a little conversation.
that fresh new smell.
the cream, the blade, the happy ending.
barber reminds me of barbara, barbara’s my nana, and i love her with all my heart, she’s very smart and does cross word puzzles every single day but for some reason she still lets me beat her at scrabble. she’s the smartest person i know, and i love her <3
Barber. I know a Barber, and not the one that does hair. I have mixed feelings about that word; cosmetologist or hairstylist is better, in my opinion. Although I suppose for a man, it would sound more “manly” to be called a barber.
I think that i need a haircut. I tried to go today, but jason was out sick. Its not so bad that I have too much hair because jason is home sick and not earning any money today cutting hair
Now a barber is a hair dresser, but only for men…why is that? Why don’t they cut womens’ hair? Is there something better about mens’ hair than women’s hair? Hmm…these questions must be answered. I thought we had pushed past that “sexism” frontier decades ago…
hair, animals, this person will cut mens hair usually, reminds me of my dad and the holuday we once took. also reminds me of johnny depp in that film and the long razors that kill people. although also reminds me of the wax jackets posh students have in st andrews.
Myles was in desperate need of a hair-cut. So Bridget had wrapped a towel around his neck and handed me a pair of dull scissors. I stood over him, cutting carefully around his ears and near his cold skin until the last strand floated down onto the floor.
barbershop quartets are cool but at the same time kinda creepy. I mean, they all sound good in theory, but in reality its a bunch of guys who get together and sing really old songs randomly.
The barber went down the alley when somebody came around the corner – with a face like a wolf. Feeling like in Paradise, the barber … ran.
barber
i don’t really know what a barber is, i think it is the person who shaves beards. beards that grow on chins and cheeks of men. there’s plenty of barber shops around here. usually they are using an razor. sometimes he uses scissors. i like beards on guys, only if they don’t give me a rush
He cut my ear with his scissors. Sorry, he said, his mouth spinning as fast as the red white and blue stereotype. My scissors, they do what they want.
And why was he bald? What does he have to prove? Do you go to school to learn to fuck up?
And he laughed and trimmed his mustache. Bushy like the burning bush.
The barber was a strange man. He loved cutting people’s hair completely off. He would laugh maniacally as the person sat in his chair balling their eyes out at all of the hair on the floor.
there once was a barber that liked to strip people of their shoes. he hated everything. candy is stupid he would say. disgusting vandals destroy everything. i hate you all.
i never thought i’d need to go to one of those cause i was born a woman.
the future would play a game on me…
here’s my story… here’s my truth.
the 1st thing i did that night was start a book. for whom the bell tolls it was.
The young man walks into the barber shop with his long mop of hair. He always held dear to this as it was his way to differentiate himself from other males. Symbolic it was of his rebellion. Now it was time for him to grow up.
Ah the barber. Reminds me of the Demon Barber of Fleet Street. Sweeney Todd that is. What a dark premise. A man kills other men and makes them into pies. Who comes up with that kind of stuff?! It’s really quite disturbing. It really just shows the many bad effects of revenge.
All I can think of is that Johnny Depp movie/musical, but I can’t remember the name. Not very creative or inspiring. Too much on my mind today, I need a haircut though…..
The man came in and sat down. This was too easy…
“So, how has your day been, sir?” The unaware man said casually.
“Quite good, actually.” The barber said. With a swift move of his wrist, he started to shave the man’s face with ease.
“Well, that’s swell.” And once the barber became bored with this conversation, with a slide of his wrist, the man’s throat was slit. This was not the barber’s first time, killing one of his victims, only wanting a shave but never leaving again…Oh no, This was not Sweeney Todd’s first kill, oh no not at all…