A few months ago a couple of the missionaries asked Pepper to cut their hair. Then one of them was brave enough to have me do a bit of trimming. I warned him I’d never cut hair before, but he was unfazed. The result wasn’t too awful.
Then a couple of other missionaries asked if they could come over for cuts. I reiterated my warning, and told them I wasn’t responsible for damages. They consented, and afterward seemed pretty pleased. One of them even sent me a text from his mom:
Apparently word got out, because today two other missionaries asked if the barber shop was open. “Sure, elders, come on over…”
