What a Fox

I got my hair cut recently in one of those "economical" hair cutter places that can be found in China towns around the globe.

The guy who cut my hair looked to be maybe 5 years younger than me. His name was Fox. Fox was a real pro. He was efficient, he was meticulous and I think he did good.

This is in contrast to many of the recent haircuts I've had at a local hair school here in Melbourne. There is a high-end kind of conceit to this hair school/salon, so the surroundings are more luxurious, which is reflected in their prices.

I can't really complain about the hair cutting students. They're all very pleasant. They generally do a good job. It just takes them a loooong time. And you can tell they're still learning their craft. Movements are clumsy. It takes more steps to do less. Things are forgotten. There are long delays.

As someone with a very hands-on kind of job, I really appreciate when I see an expert craftsman/woman. I appreciate the economy of movement, the swift judgement, the certainty of their purpose. It's something that comes with experience, and many hours of careful thoughtful practice.

I'll be going back to Fox.