Pacino's Barber Shop is by FAR the WORST barber shop I have EVER been in! I wouldn't have even gone into this place if I didn't need a quick haircut for a date that I had the other night. My usual barber shop was booked full, so I had to opt for another shop close by. And so the nightmare begins...
I walked into the door to Pacino's and the first thing I could tell was how ghetto the place looked. There were thugs surrounding me! People wearing big gold chains, bandanas, gold grills, and some were also not even wearing a shirt!
The next thing I heard was arguing over who was going to be cutting my hair. I swear, I thought a fight was going to break out between the employees!
Finally, a skinny little guy with a funky, messed up hair-cut stepped up and said, and I quote, "Nah, nah... He's mine nigga!" Yes, he used the term "nigga"! I couldn't believe what I had heard come out of his mouth. I, for one, cannot stand that slur, whether it was being used as a slur or not! Totally unprofessional! He also had a very soft, feminine voice with an exaggerated New York accent, another thing I can't stand.
He then introduced himself as "Eric", and gave me his card, which said "Pacino's C.E.O." on it, so I assumed this was the owner of the shop. He sat me down in his chair and then said "what kind of cut you want, nigga?" Once again, now he's calling ME a "nigga", which is absolutely disgusting. I told him please don't call me that, and I described the haircut I wanted. He, yet again, said "Yo, nigga, dat sounds whack. I'll cut you another way."
He started cutting my hair, and the only conversation going on in the shop is him blatantly insulting and making fun of the previous customers who had just stepped out of the shop. "Yo, what's wrong wit dat kid's face, nigga?" he'd say. "Dat kid look like he retarded or has down syndrome or something." As disgusting as it sounds, this is how this guy was talking. Completely ghetto! I couldn't believe how many customers he was making fun of after they had left the shop! He'd say to his employees "yo, dat nigga be drivin' an old-ass Chevy. He must be broke!" He'd also make fun of how much the people would tip.
Anyway, as I was getting my hair cut, several times I felt very sharp digging into the side of my head. It felt like Edward Scissorhands was cutting my hair! He kept taking very long breaks so he could use his cell phone. This hair cut turned into over an hour of misery! Finally, when he was almost done, he asked me, "yo nigga, you want your scribe in da back?" I was like "huh? My scribe?" He said "yeah, you want me to edge letters in da back?", as he then showed me a picture of a guy who had his initials etched in the back of his head. "No thanks, just finish up", I said, trying to sound annoyed. Eric then said "oh so it's like dat, nigga?" I had no clue what this clown was talking about. He finally finished my hair, brushed me off, and stood me up.
As I stood and looked into my reflection in the mirror, I couldn't help but notice that this was the worst haircut I've ever received. "You gotta be kidding me!", I said to him. I had the worst bowl-cut you've ever seen. It could only be compared to Moe from the Three Stooges. I told him I want it fixed. He then got so mad, he threw me back in the seat and said "you know, you're cutting into my next client's time, nigga." I once again told him, with a stern warning this time, not to use that racial slur in my presence again.
He was so frustrated and upset, I thought he was going to cry. There was really nothing he could do to fix my hair, except to simply shave my head. So, to make a long story short, he ended up shaving my head like Mr. Clean. I couldn't believe this idiot. I had cuts and scrapes all over my head, not-to-mention the worst razor-burn you've ever seen.
What made me the most angry is when he told me the price. "Ok, that's a Benny and you good, playa", he said. "Huh?" I said. "Just a benny, soldja" he said. He was now calling me "soldier" in his ghetto slang. I asked him again "how much is it?" He then got mad and yelled "I SAID 100 BUCKS! HOW MANY TIMES I GOTTA SAY IT?!" After asking him how he figures that the price was 100 bucks, he cut me off and said "you see dat, nigga?", pointing up to a picture of him on the wall, standing next to what appeared to be Puff Daddy Sean Combs. "I cut Puffy, nigga", he said. "My cuts are 100 cause dat's what they are" he said. The education level on this clown was that of a 4th-grader living off the streets of south Chicago. "I cut all deez peeps", he said, pointing at all the other celebrities dispersed in pictures throughout the barber shop.
After arguing with him for several minutes, I felt it was worth it to just give him his 100 bucks and leave. Knowing that it cost me 100 bucks never to see that scumbag again would be well worth it. I gave him a crisp, brand-new 100-dollar bill and I told him to shove it. As I was heading out the door, he stopped me and said "yo, nigga you ain't gonna give no tip?! Dat's an INSULT, nigga! I'm da owner of dis mug!" He then said "I'll be seein' you, nigga!", as if to warn me I was going to get jumped by him and his scumbag barber shop posse or something.
I will tell you this... It was WELL worth giving Eric Roa 100 bucks so I never have to see that piece of trash again. That barber shop is the biggest dump in Palm Beach County!
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