Today i got my haircut at a place called Juju Bag. It's a combination coffee shop/barbershop. Who knew, right? It's the first establishment of its kind that i've ever seen and the fact that it's by our house is just another surprise.
i walked in and sat down in the barber chair and the owner, Phyllis, started to grill me on what i'd like for a haircut. As she got to work, i asked questions about what has happened in her life, how she came to New Orleans, and other miscellaneous questions. By the time i was done, i noticed that an hour and ten minutes had passed!
An hour and ten minutes! i dont think i've ever had a haircut last that long. Dont get me wrong, i'm not complaining. In fact, i think it's funny and it's just as i would expect from a New Orleanian establishment. Living life here means slower, and talking, and interruptions, and taking it all in stride because it really doesnt matter if i get my haircut quickly.
Lesions to learn here everyday...
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