Depends where I am at at the time;
There is always a good barber close to a base. The barber I went to as a child was an old German immigrant from WWII. He was awesome.
There were Playboy magazines around, and he always had a bottle of liquor under the sink for when his old regular customers came in.
Later in life, when I joined the Army, he gave me a free haircut: "Two times you get your hair cut for free. Wedding, and Basic Training."
Then he gave me the Jarhead look, poured me a shot of whiskey (I was 17) and said "You stay out of trouble. Do what the guy who is screaming at you says. Don't ask questions. You'll be fine."
He was renowned for his flat-top haircuts. They took a long time, but looked incredible. Girls from the hairdressing school used to come to the shop to learn about his flat-tops. He loved it when 20 girls would cram around him and watch him work. Whoever was getting their hair cut would be too intimidated to speak.
He died a couple of years ago, and noone took over his shop. I found a new barber, and he is great, but nothing like the barber I loved.
10 bucks. I tip an extra two. It takes 10 minutes, and there are no women around. It is a place where I am allowed to feel like a man.
I have a few barber stories.
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