Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a barber in Villars is like riding a rollercoaster. So, I roll into the shop on Rue de la Gare, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First client walks in. This dude, I swear, he’s got hair like a wild animal. I mean, it’s like a bird’s nest on his head. I’m tryin’ to be nice, but c’mon, bro! You gotta do better. So, I’m snippin’ away, and he starts talkin’ about the weather. Like, really? It’s sunny, we get it. But then he goes off about how he saw a squirrel steal a croissant from some tourist. I’m like, “Dude, that’s the highlight of your day?”
Anyway, I finish up, and he looks in the mirror. His face lights up like it’s Christmas. “Wow, I look great!” he says. I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, man, you look like a new man. A new man with a squirrel story.”
Next up, this lady comes in. She’s all frazzled, hair everywhere. Turns out she just got off work from the bakery on Rue des Alpes. She’s got flour all over her shirt. I’m like, “You baking or what?” She laughs and says, “I’m just trying to make a living!” I get it, but girl, you need a hair rescue, not a haircut.
So, I’m workin’ my magic, and she starts tellin’ me about this crazy customer who wanted a croissant but ended up with a baguette. I’m crackin’ up! Like, how do you mix that up? But then she gets all serious and says, “You know, Villars is tough sometimes.” And I’m like, “Yeah, but we got the best views!” I mean, have you seen the mountains? They’re like, “Hey, look at me!”
Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Marco strolls in. He’s got this wild idea to start a “Barber Olympics.” I’m like, “What? You mean like, who can cut hair the fastest?” He’s all hyped up, talkin’ about competitions and trophies. I’m just tryin’ to keep a straight face. “Dude, we’re not athletes, we’re barbers!” But he’s convinced it’ll be a hit.
So, I’m back to work, and this guy walks in. He’s got a beard that could house a family of squirrels. I’m not even kidding. I’m like, “You want a trim or a home renovation?” He laughs, and I’m thinkin’, “Finally, someone with a sense of humor!”
But then, BAM! The power goes out. Just like that. I’m in the dark, scissors in hand, and I’m like, “Great, now I’m a barber in a horror movie.” I hear people outside on Rue de la Gare, and they’re all confused. I’m shoutin’, “Don’t worry, folks! I’m not cutting anyone’s hair in the dark!”
Finally, the lights flicker back on. Phew! But now, I’m behind on appointments. I’m rushin’ like a madman, and my hands are flyin’. I’m snippin’, buzzin’, and tryin’ to keep my cool.
Then, this kid walks in. He’s like, “I want a mohawk!” I’m like, “Dude, you’re like 10!” But hey, who am I to crush dreams? So, I give him the mohawk of his life. He’s grinning ear to ear, and I’m thinkin’, “Maybe I should start a kids’ corner.”
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. My feet hurt, my back’s achin’, but I’m happy. Villars is wild, man. It’s got its quirks, its characters, and its stories. I love this place.
As I lock up the shop on Rue des Alpes, I look around. The mountains are glowing in the sunset, and I’m like, “Yeah, this is home.” Can’t wait for tomorrow. Who knows what’ll happen next?