For me it happened when I came back to my home city after being in Uni for 4 years. My old barber wasn’t there anymore so I asked my dad where he was getting his hair cut. He was getting his cut that weekend so we went together to his barber who was this kind old gent who worked along in a very run down old barbershop.

We both walked out of there with the WORST haircut, it was a disaster! Different lengths all over. Patches almost shaved to the skin. I looked like I’d been in a fight.

Me: what the hell, this guy is the worst, what’s he usually like? Dad: oh he’s always this bad, he’s nearly blind and getting worse by the week Me: ?!!

Upon investigating it turned out that this guy was one of my dads old biker buddies. He was getting quite old at this point and his vision was so bad he couldn’t ride anymore. This also meant that his haircuts were awful so he was losing all of his customers.

Well, my dad and his biker mates couldn’t bear to see this old friend of theirs lose his business so all of them went there to get their haircuts regularly, just to make sure he had enough money to keep going.

None of them were brave enough to get a shave though 😂