Barber Shop somewhere else

So I am at the barber shop the other day...

First of all I walk in and this is no north country barber shop it's straight ghetto. These guys look at me and my j. crew shirt, and Banana Republic kahkis (not to mention my wanna be burks) and I am sure they holding back their snickers. "Who's this white boy think he is? Boy are you lost? Do you need a mirror (to check your melanin)?" , They seemed to say.

Of course a customer is a customer right, and money is money. So the barber pointed to the wall and said what kind of cut do you want. Ths wall had 90 black hair styles on it and about 7 cheesy (rather obligatory) pictures of white people. "Just give me a light fade and a trim on the beard.

55 min later my scruffy facial hair had been sculpted into a near perfectly symetrical piece of art, and my hair looked just like picture. Amazingly enough I walked in white as could be and walked out with just a hint of ghetto.

None of this is very amusing I am sure, but the conversation of these "barbers" was hilareous.
Mavis, did you know in alaska it stays dark for like 20 hours a day. No way man thats crazy I heard that got moose up there bigger than that door over their. I was wathcin that discobery channel the other day man and....

You get the point 55 min. of common knowledge being shared like new discovery and hair cut that requires new sneakers, a basketball jersey, and some bling bling. My melanin is fine by the way.