Buzz cut

After six weeks in Bali I needed a haircut.  So I selected the cheapest beauty salon I could find, also with the cutest proprietor, and asked can you cut my hair, I get a buzz cut with a number 3 foot.  She says yes, and proudly pulls the electric clipper out of the drawer to show it to me.  It's from Thailand.  She says the person who is expert on the clipper will be here later on.  Come back at 2.

So I come back at 2 and she's in the other room giving a massage.  I was met instead by a twelve-year-old boy and his younger sister.  They invited me in, offered me a place to sit, put the apron around my neck.  I thought oh this is nice they are prepping me and the barber will be here soon.  But nope, the twelve-year-old is the barber.  I had to help him get the foot on the clipper.  Had he ever done this before?  Good lord.  I held my breath and let him do it.  Actually I think it looks pretty good.  And for a dollar fifty, it fits my budget.  I'll probably go back.  We're all good friends now.