On days when the sky is not rainy

with someone who is unlucky

Is there ever a time when fate will sympathize?

----- cozy rainy day -----

Thread: An ordinary office worker in a suburban area heaved a heavy sigh after seeing the summer rain fall as he walked home from work. Surrounding shops that had their stalls taking up public sidewalk space were quickly packing up their stuff into the shops. Maybe it's the unseasonal rain or whatever.

The important thing is that right now he doesn't have an umbrella and needs to find a place to shelter from the rain!

Instead, he picked up his favorite gray shoulder bag filled with documents and notebooks and hugged it in front of him and quickly ran to the grocery store a few meters away.

“Step back, young man. People will keep the shop!”

The voice of a middle-aged woman who was assumed to be the owner of the shop shouted at him after barely a minute after taking shelter from the rain. She was busy lifting the egg panels and covering the dry food section with tarps.

“Uh, I would like to..”

"roughly!"

Before he could finish speaking, That yelling sound made the small office guy half-walk, half-run out of the store. How cruel.

Hey, bad luck.

The long-sleeved blue shirt that was rolled up to the elbows began to show drops of rain that spread wide around the shoulders. Like the black leather shoes and the bottoms of the same colored cylindrical pants that had stains from water splashing up between the uneven pavement.

He could only curse himself internally as to why he had to be born in a country with such a terrible government. that even good paths cannot be given to each other What a waste of liquid, oh my!

A white hand raised above his head, hoping it would provide some protection, but it didn't. He kept coming straight until he stopped in front of a store. It's an old barbershop with an awning that doesn't stick out much in front of it, but it's enough to help shelter from the unseasonal rain on this unlucky day.

“Please stay with me for a little while.”

Requesting permission for the broken sliding door is complete. He didn't even look at the sign.

closed

It was even hanging, but he was in a hurry to pick up the handkerchief that his mother usually kept in her bag and wipe it carelessly. Just like hamsters clean themselves.

Chamroon Men's Haircut

I glanced at the shop's name sign hanging above the awning. It's such an outdated name that I'm not surprised when I just found out that there's a barber shop here even though it's the one I pass on my way home every day.

Probably because the exterior and decorations look quite old, leaning toward the ramshackle, like they've been open for two thousand years. The lights in front of the store are on on some days, and on other days they are on and off, so it doesn't attract much attention or notice. Leave it for people or ghosts to cut it.

But having said that, my hair is starting to grow out as well.

Thinking, he used his right hand to touch his own damp tuft of turtle tail. It was held carelessly by a rubber band around the back. He had been doing this for several weeks after feeling that it was bothering his eyesight when he looked down to tidy up documents on the table or even while eating. But there was still no time to cut it.

Or is this a good opportunity?

But will this shop have a problem or not? I have a haughty feeling that the technician must be an old man who wears a neatly styled mustache and carries scissors around his ears or something like that. Heh, but maybe he can cut it and look cool like the stars of the past, huh? But that's not the way to go.

But there was so much going on in his mind that anything was possible for an unlucky person like him. Two cute eyebrows began to furrow together into a bow while falling into a trance of thought. Looking at it from another perspective, the older the shop, the higher the flight hours might be as well. Uncle Chang probably only needs to look at my face for a fraction of a second and know what kind of face he has to cut to look cool.

It might become a new regular shop!

This crazy rain doesn't seem to stop falling easily either. Long hair will continue to grow if you don't cut it off now.

I know it's risky but I have to give it a try.

Without waiting, the brave new customer slid the door open to go inside until the sound of the bell attached to the front of the store was heard.

~Ring, ringing~

"hello"

Yao looked around the barbershop and found that it was not as old as he thought. The guest chairs look like they were just purchased from a leading furniture store. The various equipment are arranged in a beautiful order. Or even the white tile floor that has been wiped clean and shiny so that you can almost reflect your own face instead of a mirror.

There's only a dim light and an old ceiling fan that risks falling on your head. Actually, just one air conditioner is enough.

But where is the mechanic?

“Sorry! Is the store still open?”

Decided to shout out again after waiting for a moment but no one came out. And because silence was the only thing he received, the little figure chose to walk back to the original door.

I guess it's closed.

Hey, bad luck.

He sighed softly, regretfully. Today might not really be his day, that's why nothing is on his mind.

Never mind it, you can cut it off another day.

“Sorry to disturb you.”

Go stand outside and hide from the lonely rain, all alone like usual, you unlucky bastard.

“Iratchaimaaseaaaaaaa!!”

WHAT?

The welcome phrase, which is similar to that of a Japanese restaurant, somehow arrives before the person who said it. The shadows in the innermost area of ​​the store gradually expanded until they met the light and became a clear image.

“Uh..”

A young man with dark brown hair, dressed in a black t-shirt and ripped jeans under a leather apron of the same color as his shirt, looked good-looking, half walking, half running, with both hands still wet.

"hello"

“Yes, this is a barber shop, right?”

Ask again to be sure. We probably didn't sleepwalk into the wrong store or read the wrong sign.

"Yes. Sorry, I was washing dishes in the back of the shop just now and didn't hear you."

“Oh..” It must have been a kid in the shop.

“Come to cut your hair?”

"Ah, that's right. I'm going to cut my hair. Is the technician there?"

"Oh, I'm here."

“I'm the one.”

He was slightly stumbled by the words of the person in front of him. The image of the old barber uncle in my mind was completely distorted. This guy looked younger than he was at twenty-five.

"Don't you believe it?"

“No..”

And will it be a problem?

“So.. have you made a reservation?”

He stumbled to catch his breath for the second time. I couldn't believe that an old barbershop that looked so deserted had to make reservations in advance like other famous shops.

It shows that the skill is not ordinary either.

“I didn't make a reservation.

walk-in

Do you?”

“I accept, because normally no one makes reservations. Just ask.”

S*

The young barber burst into laughter after seeing the twitching eyebrows of a new customer. He walked over to the shop's first leather chair and picked up a cutting mat. Spray with cleaning spray and use a cloth placed near the shelf to wipe until satisfied.

The tall and slender figure spreads his hands politely.

“Please come.”

I can only hope that today I won't be too mean to him.

Every barber shop has a story.

Chamroon Men's Haircut

The thin office worker did as the young technician told him easily. Even though inside I still feel stunned Did we make the right decision by choosing to enter this restaurant?

He slowly lowered himself into the leather barber chair and adjusted himself for the rest of the day while he waited for the rain to stop. The front glass reflected himself and a younger-looking person was busy preparing equipment for use.

The orange light glowed dimly. The rustling sound of an old ceiling fan paired with the moderate air conditioner and the sight of rain falling on various surfaces through the translucent sliding doors helped to make the day feel a little calmer.

In such a chaotic city, there are still small places where the clutter can be removed.

“Actually, I'm just surprised...”

“Hm…”

“There aren't many customers coming in at this time.”

Maybe it's because of the rain.

The young man shook off his long robe and walked around in front of the person sitting. A tall, slender figure in a black leather apron gently unwrapped the rubber band that held a small tuft of hair until it fell down to the white nape of his neck. My hair is thin and wavy from being roughly tied because of rushing out of the house in the morning.

Then use Froggy to spray all over the head that is already moist until the water droplets spread into the air. The fine-toothed comb gently combed through the hairline until it reached the top of the head.

“You.. I forgot.”

"yes?"

“What style are you going to cut?”

The young barber smiled and scratched his head.

Uh.. OK? You're a barber but you forgot to ask me what kind of haircut you want.

“Did you forget to ask or did you already tell me?”

"Not yet. I haven't told you yet."

What a waste of a good move, little kid. I could only imagine a faint laugh in my heart but I had to hold it in because of its newness. To survive or not is a question for anyone who has gone, I don't know right now.

“Actually, I haven't thought about it yet.”

"bay.."

"Let's take it in any style that suits my face."

One raised eyebrow showed surprise. The new customer didn't say anything and just shrugged at the person reflected in the mirror. He also had no idea what amusement arose from suddenly wanting to test something on this brat. Maybe it's because I'm annoyed by how handsome she looks.

I'd like to see how sure 'Chamroon's men's haircut' skills are.

If you make a huge mistake, just go get a teacher cut at a new shop and put on a hat. Seriously, if people get past the point of being in a hairstyle after ordination or wearing out their eyebrows, they probably won't have any hairstyle to be afraid of anymore.

It was as if some spirit had awakened. The young barber's eyes shone brightly and if he looked closely he could see that there were no stars in them like he thought. It's just a strong passion for doing something.

I said go there.

But it made him feel a bit more at ease because the person in the reflection in front of him seemed more serious than when they first met.

Hope it comes out well.

While staring at that handsome face In just a moment, those thick, furrowed eyebrows slowly loosened with a quick twist.

“I think I've figured it out.”

“Ah.. huh..” I was completely shocked.

“I guarantee you will like it.”

“Then that's good.”

I don't know whether I'm the only one who likes it or not. The large chair was turned back to its original direction. A slender hand began to divide the hair into sections, one by one, and used long, brightly colored clips that I don't think any men's barbershops still use these days, attaching them to the top of the head.

The sound of turning on the clippers sounded.

Um, I suddenly felt a flicker, I don't know how. What is the picture in that young technician's head right now? I'm asking if it's a good idea to try it out, eh, but will it look out of form or not? But if this kid were a prankster and made Luang Phi Yai's hairstyle come up, what would you do?

The cool feeling on the nape of the neck and the tips of the hair that used to touch the shoulder area were cut off by an electronic blade in the blink of an eye until it fell onto the lap.

Broken...

“This is you.”

“Yes.”

“When you were a child, what kind of haircut did your parents give you?”

What answer do you expect? I'll probably cut off my afro. When I was a kid, what other hairstyle could I do besides a student hairstyle? Just then the ruler looked until his eyes were green.

“How young is this child?”

“How can you be the youngest?”

“As far as I can remember?”

“I want something younger than that.”

Wow, even younger than that, when I bit the umbilical cord, mom came out and scolded you for bothering me.

"Just kidding. Don't act like that. Haha."

"I'm bothering you" heel

“I mean that time. What kind of haircut did your parents give you?"

"Generally, a boy's hairstyle but with long bangs because mother wants a girl."

This was because he was the second child and the first was a boy. Even though the mother did everything that ancient people told her to do, including eating sweets because she believed that it was something that daughters usually liked. If they were men, they would like to eat salty things. Having his young grandson come and step on his stomach because he believes that if the boy refuses to step on it, it means he will have a girl or if he agrees to step on, he will have a boy. But in the end, that grandchild, who was his cousin, was so stubborn and refused to do anything that he had to be taken back into the house first.

Even after giving birth to a boy, the mother was still happy. But she doesn't stop trying to act like a girl either. Let's just say, the memory is still clear every time I see a picture of her being caught wearing a bunny ears headband. Damn it, it gives me goosebumps.

“Very annoying at that time. When I play with my friends I sweat until I want to cut off my skinhead.”

“So what do you do?”

“Mom gave me a headband.” But I didn't tell you it was a bow tie style. I'm afraid this guy will laugh until his stomach freezes and he'll die.

“Must be very cute.”

I've heard that all the time but I don't really like the word cute. Even though he's grown so much that he has been ordained by his mother, he still comes to meet his elders at the office and treats him like a small child. It's not that he's not happy to receive such affection, but sometimes he wants to look like a cool guy.

But eh?

Wait a minute...

“Even now it's still cute.”

The young barber muttered softly but loud enough for him to hear. Is this usually the case? It's like you're just talking nonsense and not being able to understand what you're talking about alone. Or is it talking to other people that we can't see? Hey, or...

“Is this shop just you?”

“Do you see anyone else?”

“Well...”

It was not yet time for him to speak. The cool, round-faced young barber suddenly dumped everything on a moving shelf. Quickly, I stuffed my scissors into my leather apron and leaned over to take a stance like a relay athlete on the start line. It made the people sitting there stunned for a moment.

“What are you doing?”

“If you answer that you see anyone else, I will run.”

...dress

“This shop is just me and you.”

My mentality is that if I encounter a ghost, I will run. 4

x100

Go out and leave me sitting here all alone. Seriously, who are you playing this big for?

“So, are you seeing anyone else?”

“I want to answer that I saw too much.”

Two large hands came up to cover his ears and softly screamed at the back of his chair. I'm really starting to wonder if this thing is full or not. You're not cutting hair with a crazy person, right?

When he regained consciousness, the young man got up and picked up the scissors to cut his hair as if nothing had happened.

......It's really crazy.

“If you saw it, it would probably be Chamroon.”

“Uh, who is it?”

“It's my grandfather.”

I thought for a moment that if he were Grandfather, he would come and pinch his ear. Call me a friend, you bastard.

“So this shop belongs to your grandfather?”

“Yes, at first it was a memento and then it became a replica. Until the simulator broke his arm and couldn't continue.”

Even though the condition of the outside of the shop is this old and dilapidated? In fact, it has been around for many generations.

“So that means right now..”

“It's another child of a replica.”

“That is your name.. Uh..”

"Nae, just tricked me into asking your name, I'll tell you."

S* If you send something like this, do I have to ask? Actually, I don't really want to know. Will your name have the same name as your ancestors? Who cares?

“Jesper”

Oh, everything evolves according to generation. Over time, names have changed, but it seems like they've gone a bit too far, right? Chamroon, Chamlong, Jesper. Um, did you secretly set it up yourself?

“Actually my name is Chamrat, but I had a friend with this name so I changed it.”

Damn, why don't you buy lottery tickets and not win like this?

“Ah, so what names do your customers usually call you?”

“He calls out his father's name.”

With the heavy emphasis on the last word, it caused the people sitting there to burst into laughter until the young technician had to smile as well. It reminds me of childhood when trolls used to call their parents' names instead of their friends' names. But he never does that. Just remembering who is in the same room is difficult.

“Sometimes I call my grandfather by his name. Old customers."

"Oh, it means it's been open for a very long time."

“Sixty-three years.” The hare's eyes widened.

“Can you believe that when I was born, the roads around here were not yet concrete?”

Maybe because it is a suburban area, development comes later than in the city. Completely different from himself, who was born surrounded by tall buildings and only recently moved to this area after working himself.

“Before, the building next to it was vacant land. Even though it's raining and it's all wet, I think it's better than right now where there's just nothing.”

“Is it really better?”

“Not really, I just miss you more.”

The tall, slender figure laughed. If asked if I would like to go back to living like that again, I would probably say yes, if only for a short period of time. But if you have to live for the rest of your life, the answer is no.

The hardships were truly too scary to be viewed as romantic or seductive for this Mr. Chamrat. Probably, but he definitely wouldn't want to stumble across potholes for the rest of his life.

It was not funny when it was raining and the ambulance couldn't come to help his grandfather in time just because the roads and paths were so bad.

"know

petrichor

Or not?”

"yes?"

“The smell of the soil after the rain. It is a word that has just emerged a few years ago.”

“I never knew that before.”

“It's a scent that is in my memory when I was a child, knowing that when I grow up, I won't be like my father and grandfather.”

“You mean the barber?”

"yes"

“Oh, then why..”

The second layer of hair was slowly released without warning. A slender hand that was concentrating on organizing the shiny black lines accidentally touched a soft cheek. It made the owner's heart flutter. Even though I knew it wasn't intentional, I hoped no one would notice the rosy red color that was slowly appearing on my face.

“That day it rained just like today.”

"But it's different from that day when dad put a bowl over my head and plowed."

Ha?

“Dad gave me a bowler haircut because I said I wanted it to be like the Beatles.”

“Is it true?”

“Actually, after talking about it, I want to cry. At that time, when entering someone's house, he had to shout out in front of the house, "Chamlong!" Have your child take off his helmet before entering my house!!”

Just telling the story is not enough, you also add gestures. It made the new customers laugh so much that the tellers had to scratch their heads to relieve their embarrassment. It is the worst memory of those days when everyone called Boy Chamrat a mushroom head. Every strand of hair is so equal that even if you put a ruler over it, not a single strand escapes or even comes out.

But it is shameful that I am willing to tell this story just because I want service users to get smiles and laughter.

Been doing this since the last generation.

“You understand the barber's point, right? That when we tell him to take out one signature, his signature and ours are not the same. This is the same. But I guess this barber is my father.”

“And when the cutting was finished, the rain stopped. So I ran away and hid in my room saying that I hated the barber ten times. For a while I couldn't breathe so I walked over and opened the window until the smell of dirt hit my nose. It was then that I became a little more conscious.”

“But you still hate me?”

“Yes, I hate it anyway.”

“The true story is sad. The stories are funny.”

“And what made you give in?”

A white hand reached out from under the veil to wipe away the clear water from his eyes that had come from laughing too much.

On those unlucky days, at least there's still a barber's joke that makes you smile.

“It's my grandfather. Before he passed away, he told my father that his last dream was for this store to be a hundred years old.”

“Wow”

“And at that time the shop had only been around for forty years. So father continued to do it for another twenty years. It wasn't until I graduated that I broke my arm first."

“Do it even though you don't want to?”

“Look at it as more of a thing to do.”

“What do you mean?”

“Some people are born with freedom, but some people are born with responsibilities. No, since they were jelly in their mother's womb.”

One of the interesting things is that some people often leave their dreams for future generations to carry on. To the point where it is sometimes necessary to sacrifice one's own desires to preserve what the ancestors have created.

Some claim it is the foundation. Some claim that it is a subject. But if the children and grandchildren neglect their duties, they will be seen as ungrateful and have no respect for the family. It is doubtful whether these are actually good wishes or selfishness.

For example, the story of this Mr. Chamrat, etc.

“And if you weren't a barber, what would you like to be?”

“I am an employee of Chamroon shop. Just washing your hair is enough.”

To E

“Just kidding, I don't have any dreams because I know that I will grow up and continue to run this shop.”

“It's strange that you don't have any dreams.”

“But it wasn't bad.”

"mean?"

“I like myself when I hold scissors like this.”

The original leather chair was quickly turned again. But this time, it didn't make his heart race from shock. The tall and slender figure used his left hand to rest on the armrest and his right hand to lightly touch the forehead of the person in front of him.

“And I will use it to cut your hair, just like this.”

I don't know why my heart is beating so fast.

The young technician didn't allow the rabbit any time to analyze the confusion. The last layer of hair was let down until it completely obscured everything. Only the faint scent of perfume and the warm touch on his cheek made him feel the presence of the person behind the black curtain.

“Actually, I lied.”

"I don't dislike this profession."

“It's just that I feel like I didn't choose it myself.”

The sound of the scissors sounded as a handsome face appeared, dark brown eyes filled with something, focused on the long eyelashes.

“Meaning, if I had the chance to say that I want to be, it would be better.”

Something that was eaten away by the words of adults that instilled in us to do more than just think about what we wanted to do. In this context, it is also the environment that molded Chamrat to be a barber rather than wanting to be a barber.

Even though it was his own intention.

“The true story is that I have a dream of becoming a Chamrat technician.”

“It's just a chamrat that isn't a simulation or a chamroon.”

The young man's face, which was previously full of passion, was pouting, his eyes averted, his eyes looking down, at least somewhat dejected. Of course, this kid was already proud of what his father and grandfather had created.

But as a child who often encountered words spoken by those around him, 'No matter how you grow up, you'll probably be like your father.' It gives the impression that your own decisions are based more on the needs of others. It wasn't his desire at all.

The guy I don't want to be. It is a mechanic who puts a bowl over another person's head and then plows it.

And if you ask how cute the picture in front of you is, it can be measured by the smiles of the people sitting here.

What a blessing this family is.

“What are you smiling about?”

“My name is Yaya.”

“Being a customer of Mr. Jamrat”

On an unlucky day like this, there are still stories of people from another angle helping to pull the wilting flowers back up again with water droplets from Froggy. And it was at the same time that a few words filled the tiny hole in my feelings.

The dark clouds gradually disappeared along with the wind.

The rain has stopped.

“I like it.”

"mean?"

“You must have your hair styled. What does it mean?”

A small figure stood, turning left and right, looking at his own face in the large mirror. This guy turned out better than he thought. It was similar to the haircut he had when he was a child, except the hair on the front was a little shorter and was styled to fit his slender face more.

“Well, as you are my first customer. Because then I won't.."

“I will come back again.”

"yes?"

I don't want to admit it at all. that even though at first it was a bit annoying

“Because I am your customer.”

Thank you to the rain for making me meet this coincidence today.

"I'm not a customer of my grandfather's father, Chamroon Chamlong."

I think that the smell of the soil in the memories I tell is probably not much different from this perfume.

“And I will definitely come back to Chamrat for men's haircuts again.”

Thank you for a nice rainy day.

----- cozy rainy day -----