mishes hair cut

so we are in the middle of town and david looks at this door leading into an alley of shops and says, hey therre should be a barber shop here, and sure enough there is one. i am transformed to the time my father cut my hair. same cutting tools; scissors, straight raisors, strop, electric clipers. same cutting style; first with scissors to proper length, then with straight raiser to clean up any hair sticking out. this is followed with electric trim around the neck. then the barber puts on his glasses and trims hair as he meticulously observes his creation. all is done without him cracking a smile. satisfied, he finally brushes me off, and removes the apron. instictively i look for the broom and dust pan, but am shaken into reality by being presented a bill.