My coworkers wished me good luck as I headed to my haircut at the wee hairdressers down the road.  I thanked them and said \""I've got long hair, so if it's not a good cut, it'll be hard to notice.\""\n\nI don't exactly know why we were all unsure.  A hairdressers that doesn't serve bad coffee/tea on arrival?  That isn't full of people in totally non-sensible shoes for being on their feet all day?  That doesn't make you feel like you're being churned through a production line, make you feel bad about your hair style/colour, and doesn't try to talk you into spending more money??  A hairdresser where the people have been cutting hair longer than I've been alive??  Hum, sounds strange to me...\n\nAnd it totally was strange, but in a good, quick, cheap, comedy craic kind of way.\n\nIt was a dry cut -I didn't book for a shampoo- and I was treated to a history of the Bruntsfield area, while my hairdresser worked.  He told me that my hair is in great condition and that I really only need it cut 2 or 3 times a year if I'm not changing the style.  Wait, what about every 6 weeks?  \""That's just what other hairdressers tell you to get your money.\""  Oh ho! What about the fact that they're all always telling me to colour my hair and cover my greys?  \""They WHAT?  Those aren't greys, they're fine white hairs that are easier to see because your hair is so dark.  If you start colouring your hair now you will never be able to stop and you will regret it!\""  \n\nAt the end of my cut he explained everything he did, how and why he deviated a bit from what we'd originally talked about and how he is \""a bad hairdresser\"" because he doesn't try to get people to spend more money on their hair than they need to.  \n\nI walked away 30 minutes later, amused, bemused, and only \u00a314 lighter.  Win.