I got my hair cut

Sure did. Heidi Klum bangs meet Japanime character bob. I just let them do whatever because they couldn't speak English, and my Japanese is relegated to "hello," "please," "excuse me," "water," and "beer." This might be a one-run haircut, but I had a cultural experience getting it done. I got not one, not two, but three separate scalp, shoulder, and neck massages during the course of the cut. And of course, I made a new friend, Takashi, my Japanese hair stylist who had an assistant that turned on the dryer for him, handed him the scissors, and brushed hair off my nose with a cotton pad whenever a strand threatened to tickle it.