Malaysian haircut

I had enough of cutting my own hair so I thought I would go for a bit of a trim in Malaysia while I have the locals around to recommend a hairdresser. My dad sent me to his “barber” in Penang so I went along thinking if worse comes to worse I can always just chop off my hair again. So we head to this barber which is run by an East Indian chap who seemed to love singing along with the local Indian radio station and was at the time I walked in trimming some hairy dudes beard and then turning to my dad to try and do up the top button of his pants because his stomach had popped it open, what had I got myself into?

After about 15 minutes of scissors snipping all over my head (90% of the time the scissor blades were 3 inches from my actual hair, I think he just liked the sound of the scissors snipping) and one of those old school razors which I kept thinking to my self please don’t cut me as he worked expert precision around my neck and ears it was finished or so I thought. He was brushing me down and I was ready to get out of the chair when suddenly wrapped both hands around my head so I was in a headlock position and he cracked my neck in both directions! I got out of the chair all dizzy and paid him the requested 10 ringget (4 bucks) and walked out of the shop not believing what he just did and wondering if my neck would untie itself from one big knot in the next 4 hours. I was halfway down the street when my dad finally walked out with 2 extra ringget which he had bargained off the guy after I had already paid him!