Aidan goes into the restroom with a pair of scissors and starts to cut his hair. A few minutes later he emerges, unsuccessful, and asks if he can go get a haircut. I need one too, my homeless look not working so well this winter so I say “sure”.

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We recently moved so we don’t have a goto place to get our hair cut so we just head out looking since it seems every block in Beijing has a hair salon. Until you are looking for one. We do find one after a couple of blocks. It looks small and not busy so we look a bit more but end up going inside. A middle age woman greets us hopefully and Aidan asks if they can do a haircut. I have ask if they can do us together and she says sure and then she taps a young man sleeping in a chair who turns out to be my hairdresser.

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We get our hair washed side by side and then settle into chairs for the cut. From an experience perspective the haircut went well and according to my needs. No massage. Fast, no Michelangelo hairdressers, and cheap at 38RMB. From a results perspective, not so great. Two minutes into the cut I feel something on my ear and the hairdresser apologies. I say no problem. He apologizes few more times and after the second wash baths my air in alcohol. When I get home I see blood but would be healed in a day. The haircut itself will take longer to heal but at least the kids got a good laugh at it.

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Aidan wasn’t pleased with his cut either but after a couple of days got used to it. At least he learned not to cut his hair himself. Or to let his dad pick a barbershop.