Bad Haircut Leads To Barber Getting Pummeled

Bad Haircut Leads To Barber Getting Pummeled With A Baseball Bat

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I’ve mentioned this before, but I clearly remember having a Russian woman cut my hair when I was young, a who just assumed I needed a haircut before entering the Russian military. Because I was young and vain, I cried when I got home. Well, that’s not exactly the reaction from the guy in this story.

A longtime customer showed up to Diamond Cuts shop in Tremont in the Bronx for a quick cut. But he wasn’t a fan of the end result so he refused to pay the 53-year-old barber. Other barbers in the shop offered to fix the man’s haircut, but this only angered the barber, so he flipped his lid.

“No, you’re not fixing nothing! I want my money!” he yelled, according to the shop’s manager.

NY Post

But the customer refused to part with his dough. The coiffeur then “grabbed,” “shoved” and “swung” at him and yelled “I’m gonna kill you!” said the manager, who said he watched the wild scene unfold on surveillance video. The client then grabbed a hairbrush and whacked the barber, police said.

The barber chased his customer outside, where he was met by two of the man’s friends — who joined the fray. A female suspect hit the beleaguered barber several times, while a second man — clobbered him with a baseball bat, authorities said. All three suspects sped off in a white 2014 Nissan Altima with New Jersey plates, while the barber was rushed to St. Barnabas Hospital with an elbow fracture and was given 15 stitches near his left eye, cops said.

And if that wasn’t painful enough, the barber was also fired because the manager believe the customer was acting in self-defense.

“I saw [what happened], and I was so disgusted. You don’t do that,” the manager said. “We go by the old-school code: The customer is always right.”

Police are still looking for the folks behind the barber beatdown. I think next time people should just act like I do when I know I’m getting a bad haircut: smile, bite your tongue and don’t saying anything because your severe anxiety stops you from speaking up until you get home and cry in front of the mirror. Good times.