Boeving Barber Shop

Critical: Quality, ValueOnce, long ago I had received the worst haircut of my life. Little did I know that it would traumatize me through adulthood.I was a young freshman in high school, pubescent and filled with vigor for life. The first day back from summer vacation was approaching and I had yet to cut my overgrown hairdo from the months previous. My parents had usually trimmed my hair but this time I wanted it to be special for my first day in high-school. Since both of my parents were out on a business trip and I had yet to receive my Illinois drivers license, it was only feasible to walk to my destination. Thankfully, yet dreadfully, there was a barbershop in walking distance from my Victorian styled home. I walked there with almost a hop with excitement…Upon entering the establishment, I was greeted with many older gentlemen who seemed cordial. An ominous undertone brewed from the massive age difference between customer and employee. Yet, I ignored this fact and pushed on, excited for a great haircut.I asked the older man that I wanted a medium fade with 1/4 of an inch off the top. A usual requirement that I would ask of my parents when they cut my hair previously. This time, I was ecstatic to receive a professional haircut from people prime in their profession.To shorten this review and give you my experience I will spare you of the details.I received a bowl cut like that of William Byers from “stranger things.” A haircut that has been years out of style but familiar to those older gentlemen. Since my parents were out of town for my first day of high school, I had walked into Belleville East with that monstrosity. I.. was bullied into oblivion… I went home that night, furious and disappointed in this barbershop’s crime… I cut my own hair down to the scalp like a cancer patient…Never, I repeat, never give this business your hard-earned money unless you are prepared for the consequences.I wince in pain everytime I pass by this building.Thank you.Once, long ago I had received the worst haircut of my life. Little did I know that it would traumatize me through adulthood. …More

Once, long ago I had received the worst haircut of my life. Little did I know that it would traumatize me through adulthood.