My first Chinese haircut

This was awesome. It's cold here in Jilin and so the glass doors of the local salon were frosted over. As I entered for the first time I didn't know what to expect...is it big, small, crowded? Do they cut Westerners hair? How am I going to communicate? Turns out it's big and crowded. As I opened the door every head in the place turned to look at me...it was just like when someone enters a bar in a Western movie. All talking stopped as everyone stared. Me, being a bit apprehensive about the whole ordeal as it was, stared back. As the tension mounted I realized that it was going to have to be me that made the next move, but you can imagine this is tough when you can't speak the language and don't know who's in charge. So I boldly looked around the room, slowly moved my hand close to my head, made steady eye contact and began making snipping movements with my fingers. It was like popping a bubble...the room sighed, a few people giggled and a young man leapt over and led me to a seat. The hair cut itself was pretty much identical to Canada but the entry was priceless...a moment I'll never forget.