For the past four years (as of today), I have been going to the barber every single week. That’s 208 trips, almost always at 10 AM on Tuesday, where I get a shave and a trim every week, a haircut every other week, and a wax every three weeks.
The very first time I went to the barber, I hadn’t shaved or gotten my haircut in well over four months. It either looked like I was homeless or that I ate Ted Kaczynski. I had heard about this place for a few months, and the idea of a place where, for around $75/month, I could get unlimited shaves and haircuts, was pretty appealing.
That first trip, I spent four hours in a barber chair. I walked in a homeless grizzly bear and walked out a clean-shaven grizzly bear. And I’ve been going back ever since.