Brown Motion

Before I left India I decided to get some much needed trimming done - of the hairy kind.  With that in mind I visited a modest establishment in Pune area in the midst of a middle class neighborhood. As I approached the shop it looked dark.  Inside.  But it was 3 in the afternoon.  So I pushed ahead and knocked on the door.  It swung open to reveal a man lying prone on a bench with a kerchief tied around his forehead. He promptly swung his legs down and indicated he was open for business.  Okay then.  I figured there would be light.  There was not.  He chose to operate in some sort of mood lighting that was the waning sun barely making it into the close quarters - inspite of all the reflective surfaces in front. So what is it going to be was his obvious question.  I told him I like it as short as possible with a pair of scissors and comb.  I did not see modern electric blades that my American barber would use.  He said he ...