Monday was a good day. I decided to go off on my own to run some errands. Everything started out fine. First, I stopped into a store to buy some shirts. I told the clerk I would like to buy two shirts, but I didn’t know my size. After talking with him for awhile and buying the shirts, I felt encouraged that I was gaining confidence in my new language. Next, I decided to grab lunch at a place where I couldn’t just order a menu item, which forced me to have a short conversation with my waiter. I was excited! At this point I thought, “Why not get a hair cut?” So I did. In my limited language I tried to explain to the barber that I wanted my sides a little short and the top a little longer so I could brush it to the side. He said the equivalent to “okay” and began to cut. This is when it occurred to me, Maybe I do not know enough language to get a haircut on my own. But I thought I could trust him as a barber to make my hair look nice. He finished cutting, washed my hair and styled it. The haircut was not what I wanted! The sides were completely shaved and the top quite long, but I thought the style might grow on me. But the time I got to the bus the wind had done quite a bit to my hair. I had a wild bush growing on the top of my bald head! As I entered the bus and saw my reflection in the window all I could do was laugh. I ended up finishing the job this morning by shaving my head, and I now enjoy a much cooler summer cut.
– From a worker in the Middle East