I had a somewhat Marxist barber named Bill who was rather hunchbacked but could wield a straight razor with perfect precision. Unfortunately it was his electric clippers that kept nipping my ears though.
He enjoyed discussing the complete destruction of societal norms with regard to decency and self-respect, and how everything has turned to
**** over the last half century. He was also a progressive urbanist who had a great late-19th century barbershop in Winnipeg's Chinatown, complete with 19th century Chinese steam bath. Unfortunately the steam baths operated as a 24-hour gay bath house and one of their itinerant customers burned the place down one night.