"Old geezer, I brought my girlfriend," Mia says after swinging the door open.
"Oh, what a pretty young lady. Well then, please sit down at whichever seat you would like and don't worry, it's a massage chair, so you just have to sit back and relax," The old man says, grabbing his cane and walking over to the center of the room.
"Uhhhh… is this guy going to be cutting my hair?" I ask Mia, seeing the old man's shaky hands and squinted eyes.
He was about 5'7 with short gray hair but a long gray beard. He seemed frail and looked as if just a slight blow would knock him over… and that guy was about to cut my hair.
If I let this guy cut my hair, he might end up cutting my neck or cutting off my ear.
"Don't worry, his hands might be shaky now, but once you sit down, you'll notice how he's one of the best barbers in New York," Mia says.
"Fine, I just hope he doesn't push through death's door when he starts cutting my hair," I say after sitting down on the top right chair.
