Getting my hair cut is something that I don't like to do, but I'm looking like the Shaggy DA. What to do? Go to the plaza next door and get the job done. Problem: there are about 500 salons in this shopping center. I made the rounds a few times around the mall and I was definitely on the fence. My wife cuts my hair, and I don't like anyone else doing it.
I was in agony looking at all these salons. Finally I narrowed it down to two places. The first one wanted Sing$50 just for some clipper work, no shampoo, no blow dry. Uh, no thanks. The place next door was asking Sing$18. You've got my attention!
A Japanese girl, roughly my age or younger (nice try, Cobra!), did a very nice job. No conversation, though, which isn't unusual for me, as I'm pretty uncomfortable in the barber's chair. My sideburns (the titular Percy (right) and The Cannonball (left) ) are thinner, but no shorter, thank goodness.
While I was at the mall I stopped in some place and had a bite to eat.
What's nice is over here soft drinks use sugar instead of high fructose corn syrup. That makes even the non-favored drinks palatable.