With 50 Cent surprisingly moving down my list of People I Hate the pole position is now up for grabs. I considered opening it up to this group but realized hate my be a bit too much. Strongly dislike would be the way I'd describe the crowd you see at a Barbershop while you wait to get "yer hair did." And its not just at my current Barber's either. I've gone to three distinctly different barbers since graduating from Super Cuts back in the 8th grade, each of them attracting a different crowd, each equally despised by yours truly.
First- The old man barbershop (pictured above). My first barber was an older Italian Gent, great guy, could spin a yarn like no one else. Problem was all the stories took place 20+ years ago (when it was apparently a simpler time). A place like this predictably attracts the older crowd reminiscing about their first "hook ups" back 30-40 years ago, and vintage cars, then there was always the 20 something kid who wanted desparately to be an old man and fit in with everyone there, I never understood that mind set. Who wants to be old? Definitely not my crowd. Didn't hate the people, but I always felt like I needed a glass of warm milk and a nap after leaving the place.
Second- My second barbershop was frequented while away at college. This place was your stereotypical Latin/Black barbershop, and the cast of characters looked like something right out of a hip hop video. Speaking in different languages or slang that my friends and I were too white to understand this was like stepping into a different world (its important to note we chose this place because it was cheap and right down the street, this wasn't a case of some college kid struggling with his racial identity, I'm secure in my whiteness). There was a sign in sheet to track the order of people who came in, this in my experience was useless. As if trying to make up for generations of racial biases my friends and I were repeatedly dropped behind whoever walked in off the street despite our names being on the list for hours. It literally would take 2 hours to get a cut sometimes. Safe to say I hated this place.
Third- My current barbershop. Urban but with a distinctly white feel, the problem is when I walk in I feel like I'm the only one that holds a real job and didn't get into a brawl in the past week. I have no idea where these kids all come from, but they're typically 18-22 years old, speak in general terms like "I'm so glad I'm not in school anymore, who needs an education," or "my parents are always on me about what time I'm going to be home, I'm 19 years old, I'm an adult" or my favorite "we got in this wicked brawl last week, Marky got booted in the head." These are the kids that throw $20 at a fade each week so they can continue hooking up with whatever Walking STD Townie Girl they're currently into. Comical? Yes. Eye opening? Also yes. Enjoy your career as a day laborer, and I hope you get the most out of that Infinity now, when its repossessed in a couple months for defaulting on your loan you'll be back to driving the kind of shit box you can expect to own the rest of your life.