The Uncanny Valley

An Irish man. 33 years old. In Japan.

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

A Visit to the Barber (Japanese Style)


the timescale of this is a bit off, as it happened some weeks ago, but....

I recently decided that my foreign locks badly needed a trim, and that I would explain in modest Japanese how I wanted the job to be done. I packed a dictionary and some money. Here's the sequence of events...

1. I cycled to the barbershop. They saw me roll into the carpark.
2. As I entered, the entire staff were standing in a line and shouted in unison (possibly in harmony) : "irasshaimase!", which means "welcome".
3. The head barber came over and said "Doko desu ka?" ("where is it?"). I was immediately flummoxed. Where is what? I understood the words, but little else. It later appears he was referring to my country of origin.
4. Taking turns for different parts, 5 separate people proceeded to cut, shave, wax, massage, towel etc etc the contours of my head.
5. The final touches of neck-moisturizer were applied, and I was ushered to the till.
6. I paid.
7. The head barber asked me to open my bag. I did so.
8. The head barber poured 25 lollipops into my bag. (yes, 25!)
9. I looked at him.
10. The head barber then poured 11 small packs of tissues into my bag. He said "thank you".
11. I left with a smile on my face.

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