Esquire Barber Shop

They’re located in Seminole Mall. Used to go here, long ago. Not anymore. Short version: some people can get away with being jerks and you love them for it. This is not those people.
It’s a small shop, 5 or 6 chairs and a small waiting area. Plan on 10 bucks with tip.
Friends and I had private names for all the barbers: Cranky, Wiseass, Cranky II and The Broad. Cranky II looked like Tom Green and did the best job.
There were bizarre paintings on the wall across from the chairs and always a small radio blaring, usually sports crap.

They did a passable job but what made all the difference was the post-​haircut shaving of the neck with a straight razor; all the barbers could do it well and they had a machine that heated up the shaving lather. If there’s such a thing as a «neck-​gasm» this close shave would be it.
One time after many visits I requested the hot shave and Tom Green complained, «It only takes one more day of growth off than a regular razor!» Just do the job, Green. A kid was in there that day. I had horrible imaginings of the little snot shouting at the wrong time and my ear falling to the floor a la *Reservoir Dogs*.
One day I went in there to get something fixed. In a pinch I had had to go somewhere else for a cut and the others messed up, not horribly but enough for concern. I hoped the ‘Esquirans’ would spend just a minute or two fixing it for half the pay. I understand their POV about not getting in their chair for less than the full admission, but they were also needless jerks about it.
I bought an electric buzzer at the CVS next door and never went back.