As pleasant as that looks, it matters not to me.

I ask my barber for the “full works”, sit back, and close my eyes for half hour listening to whatever generic chilled dance playlist he’s got going on YouTube. It could be a dude, a woman, or anything in between - it matters not.

When he slaps my shoulders and says “ok boss, what do you think?”, that’s my cue to get up and leave.

It’s my brief moment of indulgence every other month or so.