VinylCapeBoy
The Gleam of Tradition
The first Saturday of the month had rolled around again, and Darren and Jamie were ready for their ritual visit to Trent’s barbershop. The summer heat had them dressed lightly, but they knew that inside Trent’s shop, comfort and style awaited in the form of their now-beloved shiny black PVC capes.
As they stepped into the shop, Trent greeted them with a broad smile. “Ah, there they are! My two favorite clients. Ready for today’s session?”
The chairs gleamed under the overhead lights, and on the counter, the neatly arranged tools and products promised a pampering experience. Trent picked up one of the capes—heavy, smooth, and reflective—and draped it over Darren’s shoulders. The material settled snugly, its shiny surface catching the light with every movement.
“You know, these capes really add something special,” Trent remarked as he secured it around Darren’s neck. “Not just practical, but they make every cut feel like an event.”
Jamie chuckled. “And here we thought you just liked seeing us in these.”
“Guilty,” Trent admitted with a laugh. “But you can’t deny how sleek they are!”
Trent pumped the barber chair to the right height and got to work on Darren, expertly trimming his hair into a clean fade while Jamie relaxed, waiting his turn. The room was filled with friendly chatter, the hum of the clippers, and the occasional rustle of the capes.
When it was Jamie’s turn, Trent draped another shiny PVC cape over him, layering it perfectly so that it sat smooth and snug. “Looking sharp, as always,” Trent said as he adjusted the cape.
“Thanks to you,” Jamie replied, leaning back in the chair.
By the end of the session, both friends felt rejuvenated, their haircuts precise and their faces fresh from a hot towel treatment. As they stood to leave, the light caught the glossy capes, making them gleam one last time before Trent removed them with a flourish.
“See you guys next month?” Trent asked as he tidied up.
“Wouldn’t miss it,” Darren said with a grin.
Jamie nodded. “Same time, same place.”
As they walked out into the summer sun, the barbershop tradition lived on—complete with shiny PVC capes that made it all the more memorable.
