A Florida CutI needed a haircut, but where do I go down here in Florida and place my head in the hands of a barber that doesn’t know me and hasn’t seen me before? I took particular notice once I was in the barber chair that my hair was white. I was just momentarily concerned, but I was able to discern that he was being conservative with his scissors, exactly what a customer with a head of white hair would expect. The search for “a barber shop near me” worked out well. Look at it this way, next time I’m in town and need a haircut, they might just remember me.