Walked down to Brookland Plaza to day to get a haircut and do sundry other things.
Found a Barber Shop among the Mexican/Indian and Arab food joints, which was staffed by a Vietnamese fellow and a lady whom I assume, was his wife. While I waited for the incumbent in the chair to have his more or less bald pate cut, I noticed he was very much overweight. His neck was non existent - it simply formed part of his shoulders - and the shroud the barbers use to catch unwanted hair, was very much inflated. When he stood up after the haircut was finished, I confirmed there were probably at least two people's worth inside his skin. He was big !
My cut was done quite professionally and quickly, but I stuffed up when it came to paying. I had forgotten about the tip (there is only one payment at home and that's the advertised price of the haircut). When he rang up the amount of $12 for the cut, he waited for me to say something and in fact during the pregnant pause asked me, I think, what he should put down. Initially, I had no idea what he was on about, but finally twigged about the tip and suggested an extra $3, which made him happy. Americans providing a service, expect tips everywhere which is foreign to me but something I have to get used to, if only to avoid looking any more foolish than normal.
Returned home, assembled the Weber BBQ and cooked up some kebabs that Marg had manufactured. Great meal and no tipping necessary !
