I learnt something today, I learnt that you shouldn't judge a book by its cover.

My brother and I decided to get me a new haircut outside.

I looked up the barber shop's location online, it was pretty far away... or so it seems. My brother said it would take 10-15 minutes to get there. I didn't believe him, so I used a stopwatch to time my journey.

Halfway through, he said we were getting closer to the place. However, I checked my phone earlier and it said 13 minutes. I corrected him (tried to, anyways), saying we walked for about 13 minutes. He said this was because we were walking slowly. Yeah, fair point.

By the way, sometimes he would tell me to speak up, and then afterwards say something about speaking indoors is different than speaking outdoors. I found this to be pretty annoying, so I just didn't say anything after he told me to repeat it. Well most of the time, I would reply, but I would just say something different.

When we finally arrived, we had to wait for an HOUR AND A HALF because it was too busy at the time. Pftt, yeah right, your place's so small, how can you be busy? ...Was what I thought at the time.

I thought it was 30 minutes at first, but my brother corrected me. So then we had to do something else... like eating.

We went inside a restaurant, and guess what? We had to wait AGAIN. I was starting to get pretty sick of this, so I said I should've let my mother cut my hair. Of course, now that I got the haircut, I can say for sure that not letting her cut my hair was a good choice.

Suddenly, my brother got a call from the barber shop. They said they could cut my hair right now. I don't know what caused this, but okay. As I went back, I looked at the other(?) shop next to the barber shop. It was also another barber shop... but wait a minute, isn't that the same name as the barber shop next to it!? So it was the same shop? Oh dear, I felt pretty stupid for thinking it was a small place. To be fair, I only saw a snippet of the inside, I never went into there.

Now that we could finally cut my hair, we went inside the cutting station (is that how you call it?). (My brother and) I sat on one of the chairs there and waited for my barber (my brother didn't need to wait for one, he didn't need to get a haircut after all). Meanwhile, there was this guy in black that walked around the place, I hoped that he wasn't my barber since I had a pretty bad impression of the guy. I saw him sitting on one of the chairs beside the entrance. He was checking his phone while cross legged. He was wearing those big ass shoes either.

Unfortunately (which was what I thought at the time), he was my barber. I'm gonna skip a bunch of small details here, but he basically put one of those hair-blocking cloaks on me --- which was kinda tight on my neck. Oh and before that, he washed my hair for me. Or at least I think it was him, it could've been someone else since I closed my eyes during the whole thing. Plus, someone else told me the hair-washing was over. Another thing, some water was on my ears, but luckily it didn't go inside. I didn't know this before, so I tried to slightly tilt my head in order to get the water out. And that was pretty hard to do since I was laying down.

Even after my ears and my hair was dried, some water was still left over on my ears. I wanted to wipe them with my hands, but since there was a mirror in front of me, I couldn't do it. It would've been too embarrassing for me.

You can really see the difference between pros and amateurs here, aside from the number of tools. For one, the barber made the back of my hair soft and smooth, and not prickly. Second, the razor didn't make me jump at all.

All in all, it was a pleasant experience. And the barber turned out to be unexpectedly friendly too. I still don't know why my brother went away when I was getting my hair cut. Maybe he thought that looking at it would be boring.

When we were getting back home, my brother and I had to go separate ways. LITERALLY. He had to meet one of his friends.