huh? lets go to the mall? yeah baby, lets go. I need firepower, toilet paper, laundry detergent, food, and a god damn haircut. Out of this list, I am most worried about the haircut. I have yet to “order” a haircut in Spanish.
Here is how it goes down – I sit there and wait around for homey to bring the firepower for an hour. Uneventful, done deal. While I was waiting I had ordered some chicken wings (i’ll give them a 7.1…nice and fresh, little wings), I investigated if the mall had a barber or not. With some direction from my waiter I was off to the barber. After walking around the mall once or twice I finally found the “barberia”.
Scared shitless how this haircut would go, I walked in and the owner spoke English and interpreted for the gentlemen that was cutting my hair. In the end, this was one of the best haircuts I have ever had. Well worth the $8…but honestly, I was kind of disappointed that they charged me for the Heineken