As a barber’s son, I’m probably more willing to hand over the dough for a good cut than most guys. I finally, after seven years in Atlanta, found someone I like who’s in the neighborhood. (The most recent candidate fell out of the running when he went to jail for getting in a fist fight with his girlfriend—in the barber shop, I’m told.)

I’ve only been to see her twice, and the first time the cut was $35. That’s a little more than I like to pay, but it was recommended by a friend and I liked the cut.

Today they charged me $50 at the desk. Why? The beard cut was extra this time. I don’t know if they forgot last time or what, but that’s just more than I’m willing to pay.

Sigh. Looks like I’m going barber shopping again.