Yesterday, I decided to have a long-needed haircut. At the same time, I wanted to try this barbershop near our house. There’s nothing really outstanding about the place, it’s just that it’s the biggest and seems to be the most complete barbershop in the neighborhood. At P100 per haircut, it should be.
So I entered the shop and the receptionist motioned for me to sit on the empty barber’s chair. I only had to wait one minute before the barber she assigned to me approached and asked what cut I would prefer.
“Just barber’s cut,” I said.
The barber prepped me up starting with wrapping a clean white towel around my neck. Then when he reached for the pair of scissors, I saw that his whole right arm was heavily tattooed.
Images of prisoners, of riots, of gangsters quickly flashed before my eyes.
I asked myself why do I always stereotype people based on just superficial things, like tattoos. Just because a guy has a tattoo, does it mean he’s all bad news?
I knew that I had to get that wrong thinking out of my system, especially since the barber turned out to be one of the most polite and, quite surprisingly, gentle barbers I ever encountered.
how about tattoos on girls? so, girl + tattoo = tramp?
I got tattoos too, MJ. Do I sound bad to you? ;o)