Bob the Barber

I still have some time to kill so here's a little story about my friend "Bob the Barber"
When last I was in Christchurch(I'm here again on my two hour stop by the way). I decided that I would like to get a hot towel shave. So I rambled the streets in search of a barber that could provide the service. After the first half hour or so I was somewhat disheartened as I had found nothing only 'trendy' hairdressers that would sooner shave themselves bald than deal with facial hair (unless its to do a really cool little smig of some kind. You know the really cool little ones. Or a 'soul patch' man I'd love to have one of those). So I was about to give up when I spotted the red and white cylinder thingy (I'm sure there's a word for it but I could not be arse) that signifies a barber. So down the alley I went to find 'Bobs Barbers. No.1 local man'* On the window there was a list of services with prices, hot towel shave was there but curiously the price had been inexpertly removed. I figured I may as well so I went inside and sat down. I was soon greeted by a rather small Asian man. Who smiled quite a lot. "Hallo, how can I hewlp you?" I told him I would like a hot towel shave. At this point I kind of believed that he was some kind of assistant but alas no. He responded "oooooooh" and then " ah yes *something obscure that sounded a bit like "hofe shave"*. He ushered me to the barber seat. When I sat down two things alerted me to the fact that something was not quite right. The first the 'barber certificate' pinned on the mirror. Tsutsumoro Akihiro. 14 years exepeience in Japan. At this point I figured Bob had sold his little business to Mr. Akihiro and Mr.Akihiro had figured that Tsutsumoro's Barbers didn't have the same ring to it.
Second problem as I was thinking about the first problem good old Tsutsumoro had already started shaving me, with an electric razor. Now I'm no barber but I'm pretty sure elecrtic razors don't feature too much in the hot towel shave process. I pointed out to him that I wanted a hot towel shave. After a patient 5 minutes of explaining he said "Aaaaaah yes, I sorry my english not so good". So problem resolved. Then he switched razors to slightly bigger one and started going again. I must say at this point was felling unsure about trying to succeed in explaining to him what a hot towel shave is cause then he'd have a razor blade to my throat.
I endeavoured to explain one last time. Very slowly and with a lot of hand gestures (which is the universal langauge used when talking to someone who doesn't understand you. Works wonderfully. Really)
After this I felt like maybe I had managed it. He said "Ooooooh" then scratched his chin a bit and said "Aaaaaaaah". He then disappeared into a back room. Ah now we're getting somewhere. Then he returned with a different electric razor and began again. In the end I settled for whatever it was he thought a hot towel shave was. Turned out to be a trim.
Then I had to show him how to work his credit card machine, could have charged myself whatever I liked but I'm nice so I paid the actual price.
"Thank you much, and you come use me again" he said as I beat a rather hasty retreat