Well, yeah.
This has been going on for a while. For a little more than 2 years, I've been seeing a barber on the side. I thought nothing of it until 2 weeks ago when I saw went to the other barber, and he was like, "Hey, long time no see."
It all started one Sunday evening when I was trying to get a cut. My regular spot would usually close at 8 on Sundays and it would usually be empty with just talking or whatever those evenings. I came shortly before 6:30 and there was 1 dude getting a cut. I opened the door and was told they were closing in like 5 minutes.
"It's too late to get a cut?
"
"Yeah."
I went back home saddened. So many years of cutting and for some reason, he didn't want to do it anymore.
Monday evening, I was so sad that I decided to take a walk around the neighborhood to re-orient myself with the fact that I was actually denied by someone I thought I had come to know years and years. Along the way, I actually found a barbershop that was open. on a Monday!
How happy I was. 
I got in the chair and was asked, "How do you want it?"
I was like, It's been so long since I had heard those words. The cuts from the main barber were getting routine. I would just pop in, he cut, and I'd be out after the same old thing every time in about 5 minutes. I realized that things had just become functional. A shame really. I realized that I wouldn't even know how to ask for something new, even if I wanted to, that's how routine everything had become.
So, I'm sitting in the chair, reflecting on actually being asked again. On actually having a choice.
I looked at the wall.
"I'll get a dark caesar!" (instead of the standard old light ones I'd been getting for years)
"What about the back?"
"What about it?"
"Do you want it rounded or square?"
I didn't know how to answer. It wasn't something I thought about. "Square." ...shrug...
And thus, it was started. It was crazy, getting all kinds of different tweaks, major and minor, little details that I had taken for granted. There were different periods of regularity. Even going back to my regular barber in the meantime, I'd ask for different things from time to time. The first time I actually asked for something different, he was like, "something different?" I don't know if he suspected anything different going on. I tried to not appear too much different than I usually would when showing up for cuts. I don't think he noticed. But I would never deviate too far. But there was this one time I asked for a 26. And he was like
:comeon (this was the 11th image, insert Stephen A Smith smiley in your mind, please) "Are you sure?"
"Yes."
It didn't come out as nicely as I thought it would have, but I was still thrilled to have gotten a brand new cut.
But anyway, am I a bad guy for seeing two different barbers?
This has been going on for a while. For a little more than 2 years, I've been seeing a barber on the side. I thought nothing of it until 2 weeks ago when I saw went to the other barber, and he was like, "Hey, long time no see."
It all started one Sunday evening when I was trying to get a cut. My regular spot would usually close at 8 on Sundays and it would usually be empty with just talking or whatever those evenings. I came shortly before 6:30 and there was 1 dude getting a cut. I opened the door and was told they were closing in like 5 minutes.
"It's too late to get a cut?
""Yeah."
I went back home saddened. So many years of cutting and for some reason, he didn't want to do it anymore.
Monday evening, I was so sad that I decided to take a walk around the neighborhood to re-orient myself with the fact that I was actually denied by someone I thought I had come to know years and years. Along the way, I actually found a barbershop that was open. on a Monday!
How happy I was. I got in the chair and was asked, "How do you want it?"
I was like,
It's been so long since I had heard those words. The cuts from the main barber were getting routine. I would just pop in, he cut, and I'd be out after the same old thing every time in about 5 minutes. I realized that things had just become functional. A shame really. I realized that I wouldn't even know how to ask for something new, even if I wanted to, that's how routine everything had become. So, I'm sitting in the chair, reflecting on actually being asked again. On actually having a choice.
I looked at the wall.
"I'll get a dark caesar!"
(instead of the standard old light ones I'd been getting for years)"What about the back?"
"What about it?"
"Do you want it rounded or square?"
I didn't know how to answer. It wasn't something I thought about. "Square." ...shrug...
And thus, it was started. It was crazy, getting all kinds of different tweaks, major and minor, little details that I had taken for granted. There were different periods of regularity. Even going back to my regular barber in the meantime, I'd ask for different things from time to time. The first time I actually asked for something different, he was like
, "something different?" I don't know if he suspected anything different going on. I tried to not appear too much different than I usually would when showing up for cuts. I don't think he noticed. But I would never deviate too far. But there was this one time I asked for a 26. And he was like:comeon (this was the 11th image, insert Stephen A Smith smiley in your mind, please) "Are you sure?"
"Yes."
It didn't come out as nicely as I thought it would have, but I was still thrilled to have gotten a brand new cut.
But anyway, am I a bad guy for seeing two different barbers?
gotta have backup options.
let one barber trim you and the other edge you up. They won't even know it but you'll be 
on the inside.
Then I see it's my nikka concise that made the thread so I'm like 
and go searching for my go to TL;DR gif. But I give it a chance and it's a surprisingly fast and humorous read 
Then I see you ask if you're in the wrong and question if you'll actually get caught since they work so far apart 
You better akright before he takes the frustrations out on your hairline, breh. Have you walking these streets looking..."unique" shall we say