Barber Shop

My husband had been here a few times and got a decent haircut so he went back. I was watching, waiting for him to finish. He had the barber that sits closest to the back wall. While he was cutting hair, his eyes were half closed and he kept slurring his words and swaying slightly on his feet. A few times, he gripped my husbands head to steady himself. At the time, I thought, maybe he’s just a little strange, maybe this is how he cuts hair. I was trying not to think the worst. As he was cutting, he was taking large chunks out of my husbands hair. Still, I didn’t say anything because I was hoping it would be okay and the guy would fix it. He spun my husband around and showed him his hair. At this point we knew something wasn’t right and my husband just wanted to get out of there so he told him it looked good. Then the guy said he wanted to fix one more thing and he took a close clipper to the back of his head and cut a big chunk off. I didn’t say anything and I should have. When my husband saw the huge section of hair missing from the back of his head, he immediately got out of the chair and told the guy that he got a little close. At this point, the barber got aggressive and was forcefully telling my husband to get back in the chair so he could fix it… all the while slurring his words. At this point, I stepped in and said, «come on, let’s go». We actually paid for it and left to avoid an altercation. There were two other people working and neither one said a word and they let that man who I’m sure they knew was under the influence of something cut customers’ hair. I wouldn’t go here if I were you.