Marcel planted himself firmly outside of the barbershop.
“I’ve never gone to the barber. I won’t know what to do.”
“Just go in and ask for a haircut,” advised Phillipe.
“But how will they know how to cut it? Will I have to wait for a seat to be open? how much will it cost? Will they cheat me? Will it be a bad haircut? Will it be different from what I’m used to? Will people think of me differently if my hair is different?”
“Bring a picture of yourself then. So they know how to cut it.”
“Aha! I don’t have a picture of myself on hand,” announced Marcel. “I will return when I have a picture.”
He didn’t.
