Caloy is the best haircutter in Malate.
I can trust him with my head even with his eyes closed.
He moves from one place to another. And — as always — I would find him.
Another shop. Another rate.
Trouble is he never runs out of stories to tell, and it slows him on the job everytime.
His kwentong barbero is a drag — to those waiting on the line.
Not everyone has the ability to keep cool while waiting.
Today, the teenage señorita made me wait for three hours for our breakfast date in Harbour Square.
It’s a good thing I brought my camera with me.
Still, three hours is a long time.
She never saw the cool side of her father this morning.