For all of you who have at one time or another told me, "Wow Adam, your new Indian beard is truly disgusting. I no longer find you attractive," today is your lucky day. I was saving up so that I could get shaved on the street, and I'm very glad I did.
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| This is the place. I had to wait for this guy to finish getting his hair cut. I'm definitely coming back for that |
The experience was incredible. He shaved me better than I think I'll ever shave myself. He started out by unexpectantly spraying me in the face with water, then rubbed my beard for a few seconds. The shaving cream is put on with a brush, and then he just....shaves away. And you don't even feel it. There was aftershave, and some sort of smooth rock he rubbed on my face too. I don't know.
We never really spoke to each other. I sat down and pointed to my face and said "face." and he nodded. When he was done, I opened my wallet and looked at him. He showed me ten fingers, meaning ten Rupees (about 20 cents). I tipped him and he laughed. Then we parted ways. And that was all. It was tough to walk away. I feel like he knows me so well; not many men can say they've shaved another man's face before. But to him, its just business, and that was the hardest thing for me to accept. Nothing more, nothing personal. Just business.
Soon I'll get a haircut. I think those are about 30 cents. In the future, I probably won't tell you this much about my hygienic life. Just thought it was interesting.
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