I wish you could have gone along with me this morning, as I did this.
I kept reminding myself that Ticos have a different sense of time, and they cannot be rushed.
My barber was a young man who probably learned by watching other barbers in action. He was conscientious to a fault.
He had an idealized notion of what the overall effect should be, and was determined to give me the perfect cut.
More customers kept coming in, and he added them to his queue, without missing a beat.
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