I got my first Korean hair cut yesterday. Which actually turned out pretty good, other than being a bit short. The guy cutting my hair spoke decent
English, enough to tell me my hair was damaged and heavy in some spots. He also asked where I was from, how long have I been in Korea and which neighborhood do I live in. When I told him we live in
Pyungchang-dong, he smiled and said something I couldn't understand. Then he said, "rich village", which I definitely understood. I wonder if he could tell that my "Coach" sunglasses and "
Louis Vuitton" bag are fake?!?!
Anyway, my point...
Mr. Lee cut my hair dry, and then I was shampooed. The girl shampooing my hair was scrubbing my scalp as though it were infested and needed disinfecting. Then she was "massaging" my head and neck with such force I thought I was going to cry. No wonder I have a head ache this morning. I will go back to see Mr. Lee, but I think I'll skip the shampoo.
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