“And you’re a barber?”
“You know it.”
“Sometimes I wonder. Your wife, and you’re a barber…”
“I cut men’s hair, not… okay, I’m not good with men’s long hair either.”
“So when she saw it, what happened?”
“She divorced me. After six months, no less.”
“It is less, man. If it were, maybe two years…”
“Well I don’t really blame her. She looked like an Asian pop star when I got done with her locks. The nutty kind, not the classy kind.”
“They’re all nutty in Asia, man.”
“Well…” Alex paused.
“She’s the reason I haven’t passed on yet. I just want to cut a woman’s hair right, once. I know I could do it.”
Kurt levitated a pair of scissors. “Like I don’t know that? I want to cut anyone’s hair using only scissors, but I’m a freakin’ razor guy. It ain’t gonna happen. No one’s been down here since they carted away our bodies in ’11.”
The barbershop was underground, but the only sign of damage to the place was the large block of ceiling that crushed the pair of barbers. Kurt lamented not tipping the contractor.
“We’ve been cutting hair since the mid-2000’s, right?”
“Who cut the long-haired customers’ hair?”
“Oh yeah, good ol’ Tony. He was out with mumps that day.”
Rattling came from the outside. Someone was tampering with the locks.
A high-pitched voice echoed in the stairwell. “Okay, we’re in the Barbershop of the Damned. Remember, breaking and entering into abandoned places is illegal, but fun.”
This was it. A woman for Alex to practice on. Or for Kurt to use scissors on.
“And here’s where Alex Monty and Kurt Segar died. Remember, if you post it on your YouTube show, it’s not illegal.”
“It is, though.”
The woman spun around. Nothing. “Who said that? Get out here!”
The barbers materialized in front of the YouTuber. “Hello,” said Alex. “Can we cut your hair?”
“What, are you trying to scare me? I’ve seen ghosts before.”
“Man–er, ma’am, we need to move on. Can we cut your hair?”
“Are you… Alex Monty and Kurt Segar?”
Alex chuckled. “Guilty as charged. Look, sorry to bother you, uh…”
“Miss Liz. Can you take off the hat and sit in the chair? One of us would like to practice on you.”
Liz turned her phone off. “I don’t think…”
“No need to think,” said Kurt. “Just choose who’s hotter,” he pointed at himself, “and let them play with your hair.”
Liz hesitated as she took off her hat to reveal…
“Yeah, no, I have cancer and chemo. Sorry to disappoint you.”
“No,” said Alex. “We’re sorry to have imposed on you.”
“What about a wig?” asked Kurt.
“I think they’re itchy and represent a patriarchal concept of women needing to be beautiful. Mostly itchy.”
“No, ma’am. I mean would you be willing to wear a wig and we cut that? We don’t have a wig head, so we couldn’t cut them right, but we do have wigs in the back room.”
Liz rolled her tongue. “Fine. But I want the cute one to do it first. Alex.”
Alex pumped his fist, or the spectral version of it. He picked up a brunette wig that went down to Liz’s shoulders. He picked up the scissors and went to work. After a half-hour, Alex was finished with his masterpiece.
“Is this me?” asked Liz.
“It looks great.”
Alex faded away with a big smile on his face.
Kurt stroked his astral beard. “Looks like he’s a real barber.”
“Next. Your turn, scissors guy.”
“No thanks. I actually don’t care that I suck with scissors.”
“Then you must have another reason for still being here…”
Kurt thought. “Oh yeah. The Nintendo Wii U came out after I died. Was it a success?”
Liz forced back a laugh. “N-no. Not even a little.”
“Good.” And then he vanished.