Holy S**t!! I just had my ears threaded! I had no idea it was coming. Rubber-banded more like!
I walked into an Arab Gentleman's Saloon today to have my hair trimmed
short because I was feeling a bit long on the head. Yes, it was a
saloon because Men (notice the capital M) cannot go to a salon. No sir, so it's an extra "o" for us.
Here I was getting a nice trim followed by a straight edge shave and
the Egyptian Barber guy, a young man with slick hair and in need of shave and
some less rumpled clothes, pulls out a spool of something and wraps it
around his fingers. Then he makes a triangle of the thread with two
fingers of his right hand and sticks the other end in his mouth. At the
base of the triangle was a length of dangling string that he wrapped
around his index finger on his left hand. Did I mention he licked the
thread first? He goes right up to my ear lobe and WHAM! Pain. Wow that
sucked.
I gritted my teeth but only in my mind as I was determined not to let the shriek of
WTF?!?!?
pass my lips. His English was limited to Wash yes? Shave yes? No? Good?
You Like? Is Okay? so I didn't bother saying, "Hold on brother but that s**t hurts and why the f**k didn't you say anything before you
attacked me?" I just dealt with it and prayed it would be over soon.
I could see in the mirror his mouth and the head attached to it were
inches from my ear and he was bobbing his neck back and forth as he
guided the rubber band of follicle torture across my skin. If I wasn't
so surprised and fighting back the pain I would have thought it was
funny. It was like he was giving me an ear job or something.
The snap and twang of the string as he rrrrippped, rrrrippped,
rrrrippped was so loud I imagined each little follicle screaming in
agony as it was torn from my skin. All I could think of was, what if he
starts to do my chest? What other grooming techniques of pain will he
inflict on me next? All I wanted was a shave and hair cut!
Thankfully, other than a healthy dose of the fresh and clean sting of
good old fashioned aftershave and a couple of light face slaps that was
the end of it.
Before today I couldn't imagine ever getting threaded any more than I
could have believed a black man as president 30 years ago. That's just
not something that happened in my world. Until today. So here I am,
threaded and groomed while Obama is President. In spite of the painful
journey, I guess we both look good.