A Shorty Story: What Happens When Your Barber Moves On
I've always thought that a good barber is like a good bartender: he knows when you need a little more (taken off) and he keeps you from walking out of his establishment looking like an ass. It's a relationship built on trust.
That's what I always dug about my barber, Shorty Maniace, of FSC Barber in New York's West Village. Not only did he give me a damn fine hair cut, but like a good bartender, he always had an ear to lend. And, like a really good bartender, he knew when I didn't feel like talking and just wanted to enjoy some quiet time. Plain and simple, Shorty is what the world needs more of: a guy who is great at his craft. He's making the world a better-looking place, one head at a time.
Lately, I've been missing Shorty—and my haircuts—because a few weeks ago he and his gal moved out to San Francisco. I try and be big-hearted about it all—you know, all that New-York's-loss-is-SFO's-gain—but I just have to say I'm a bit bummed.
Maybe I'll just go down to the corner bar and have a drink.
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