Well, once again I have had a multicultural haircutting adventure.
My first experience of this kind was when I was in KC KS. I went into a haircutting school and got assigned to a gentleman who "had never cut Caucasian hair before". He suggested that when he got to a barber shop he would simply do the vaccuum cutter for us white folks, as getting a sight line for cutting was too difficult with us.
Soon, I had several students standing around me learning how to cut a "Caucasian man's" hair. (He was so carefult to call me Caucasian instead of white)
A couple of years later I went into a haircutting place to get my hair done before my sister's wedding. This woman was Laotian. She kept telling me, no matter what I said, "I give you clipper cut #5, YOU LIKE. YOU SEE. SIT DOWN." She was correct about what I would like, but the language and cultural barriers were hillarious.
Today I had a man that had grown up in Spain and in Italy cut my hair at Fantastic Sam's. Some how my understanding of what I wanted and his understanding of what I wanted got mixed up, and now my hair is very bleach blonde! The nephews were scared of me when I came home, and I am still not sure what to think, except to say that they adventure of a new dew was a lot of fun! I am a little scared of what others are going to think once I get home though.