Haircut in downtown Da Nang

I went to get a haircut yesterday after work. When I got there the little Asian lady asked me how I wanted my hair cut. I explained how I wanted it, and then she said something else. I didn't understand her, so I said what? She said it again, and I still didn't understand her. I didn't want to be rude by saying what again, so I just smiled and nodded my head yes. So she's goes about cutting my hair, and then when she's done, she presses this lever on the side of the chair and the barber chair goes into this recline position. Which scared the crap out of me. Whenever I get my hair cut, it tends to relax me so I sort of zone out and get pretty close to nodding off for a few winks. It felt like when you're falling asleep and you get that sensation like your falling. I really thought the chair had somehow tipped backwards and I was going to be laid out on the floor, tarred and feathered with cut hair and Vitalis.

As a kid I saw some Chuck Norris movie where he was a prisoner in a Vietnames prison camp, and I had flashbacks of that movie when he reclined the chair. I expected a shadey looking guy to come out and start driving bamboo shoots under my fingernails. Or for them to put a burlap sack full of ratson my face. She reached into this little metallic box...and produced a steaming towel. Ahhh she asked me if I wanted a shave!!! I'm not going to be like John McCaine, thrown into a tiger cage!!! WOOHOO!!

She placed the towel on my face, and for a second, I felt panic. The towel is just hot enough where it hurts when she first puts it on. Felt like my face was gonna melt, but then the towel reaches that comfort zone, where it's perfectly warm, and so soothing. Then after she took the towel off, she massaged in this warm, shaving cream. The towel and shaving cream were worth the money right there. I was so relaxed at this point, I could have slipped into a coma. The shaving part was a little scarey. I have such a thick, corse beard, so it sounded like she was dragging sand paper across my face. And it seemed to be amplified, like when you eat something crunchy and every bite sounds incredibly loud. But she didn't nic me or draw any blood. She was very skilled.

When she was done shaving me, she squeezed some lotion into her hand and massaged it into my face. She massaged under my eyes and rubbed my... temples. I was ready to marry this woman. When she was done, she put the chair back up and gave me a little neck/shoulder massage. Then she offered me a plate of deep fried dog...just kidding.

I felt so great after leaving there. I felt so loose and relaxed. That all came to an end about 2 minutes later, when a woman on a cell phone cut me off and almost took the front of my truck off. I highly recommend getting a shave along with your next haircut. Next time I'm going for the Brazilian...I don't even know what that means!
And don't forget to ask for the happy ending, especially if your barbers name is Al.