Haircuts in the Time of Corona
Stories of Little Happiness - 02
The world was reeling from the shock of COVID-19. Everything, except essential services like grocery stores, came to a halt. Parks, playgrounds, public facilities, shopping malls, restaurants, beauty salons—places we once took for granted—were suddenly off-limits.
Yet here in Canada, people remained calm, composed, and considerate, weathering it all with quiet resilience.
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Looks a lot like me—same face, same frame. |
There’s a guy I know—well, a few of them, actually—who hadn’t had a haircut in over two months. Their hair had grown wild and unruly. But cutting it themselves? Too risky. One wrong move and disaster strikes. Asking a family member? Just as risky. If the cut goes wrong, the blame game begins. Better to just live with it.
But me? I had nothing to worry about.
For the past 12 years, my wife has been our family barber. Mine and our kids’. She took a crash course in men’s haircutting—a whirlwind three-day program—and never looked back. Of course, her earliest clients were our boys, then just first and second graders. To them, Mom’s clumsy clippers weren’t exactly thrilling. They didn’t say much at the time, but years later, their childhood diaries gave them away. Apparently, they weren’t too thrilled.
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Smart kids—spotting Dad sitting at the computer and thinking, “Now’s the time to strike!” |
My wife may not deliver celebrity-level styling, but her cuts have their own charm—neat, comfortable, and wonderfully reliable. Once a month, like clockwork, she trims our hair. Do the math: three heads, twelve years, about 400 haircuts. At $30 per cut including tip, that’s $12,000 saved—roughly 10.8 million Korean won. Wow. That’s no small change.
More than the savings, it’s the joy of knowing we’ll keep saving for years to come. Here’s hoping my wife continues her reign as the official barber of our household. For many more haircuts—and many more memories—to come.
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