In the barber's chair

I finally gave in and submitted myself to the stylistic whims of a barber who understood no English. The conversation was rather like one between two-year-olds: I would haltingly offer Arabic words I knew, like those for "please" and "short" and "here," to which he responded with hand motions or nods of apparent understanding.

My hair ended up being a little different than usual (parted on the side! at least until I walked outside...), but wholy passable. And it only cost me $2.15, including tip.