A Taiwanese Haircut

I had my haircut yesterday. Normally that wouldn't be worthy of a blog posting, but this time was a bit different. First, it was a hole in the wall barber shop. I usually go to a proper salon, because they tend to be better. But this guy is two buildings down from my house and I needed the cut quickly. The barber was a Vietnamese man, and his Taiwanese friend was having lunch with him when I came in. Which brings me to the other, blog worthy part. He used an electric razor. Now, for those of you from The States, electric razors are rare. The cut itself was a bit shorter than I wanted, but by the time I realized how short he was cutting it, it was too late to change it.