Recently, a new barbershop called 'Hundred Ghosts' opened nearby.
Business was booming.
It was the start of the holidays and my hair had grown long, too.
I took some time to check out the place.
I was stopped by a shop assistant upon arriving at the door
"Sir, there’s a small rule."
"Okay, tell me," I smiled.
"No mirrors allowed inside. That mirror of yours is huge," he mentioned with a bitter smile.
"Hey, brother. This isn’t a mirror. It’s how I make a living."
"A rule is a rule," he continued, pointing at the cabinet by the door.
Left with no choice, I placed my bagua mirror into the cabinet, mumbling, "You must know that I’m just curious because this shop is new. Otherwise, I would’ve turned around by now, understand?"
The shop assistant nodded quickly. "So sorry."
I stepped into a dark room.
There was a stark contrast between the brightness in and outside of the shop.
