Why I avoid sexy head rubs after shaving

My next barber turned out to be a woman, who wasn’t wearing a bra.

One Saturday afternoon, I passed by the barber and found a stranger loafing around. I took one glance at him and went my way. Three hairy visits later, and no barber in sight, I was compelled to ask the loafer why my barber was. “Alienda,” he said.

I decided to entrust this new chap with my head and regretted it the moment he started doing his thing. While my runaway barber was a top-notch pro who barely spoke and cleared the operation in 10 minutes flat, this new clown kept talking till I got a headache.