Jude's Barbershop

In the past 2 years, I’ve had my hair cut twice. Before that, I used to go every 3-4 weeks to get my hair cut. I went to a barber shop as a kid with my Grandpa for the first 16 years of my life. After 16 years of having my hair butchered, I would go to some salon where I felt uncomfortable the whole time I was there. The walls were pink, it smelled of hair products or nail polish, and there was not one masculine thing about the place… not even me, it felt. Obviously, I wasn’t in their target market, so they didn’t cater to my needs. After a couple years of this torture, I ended up having a friend cut my hair, and then she got a job at another very feminine salon so I was back to being uncomfortable. I painted this sad, pathetic picture to show you how much I now love Jude’s barbershop. I already consider myself a loyal customer after one visit. The atmosphere is not barbershop and not salon, but a hybrid of the two. People were having conversations like any other barbershop and lots of other ambient noises were going on, but I didn’t see or smell any nail polish, not one inch of the wall was left bare, and the hairdressers’ kits are Craftsmen toolboxes. All of this helped me feel a little more secure about getting suckered into buying a massage and a shampoo. Even though I lost my $2 off coupon (because I was a first-time customer) I’ll be going back to Jude’s when I get my haircut next year…