MY NECK..... MY BACK

Bro's were walking through the East Village the other day on a [way too regular] unemployed daytime journey. Apparently the streets are fairly empty in these early afternoon hours. So empty in fact- that those who need to take care of their most embarassing tasks do so in broad fucking daylight. Let me explain. As Paully P and I worked our way across the street I noticed one of those old school Barber shops, the type that costs around 10$$ for a tight Paully P gumby fade [think pete nice from third base...], in fact everyone who goes in basically ends up with the same cut. These barber shops are usually manned by Russians, Domincans, Serbians or Puerto ricans.....whomever is doing the cutting, very little english is being spoken. Anyway, I was about to tell Paully P that he should get his wig cut when we noticed what was going on inside the shop. There, in plain view for all the world to see, some dude was seated in one of the barber chairs, leaning forward with no shirt on. Behind him, the barber, with scary barber shop razor in hand was - SHAVING HOMEBOYS BACK. HUH?!? Has anyone ever seen this before? If dudes are too "manly" to get their back waxed do they just head to the local barber shop? Am I the last to know that regular working class dudes are gettin' their backs trimmed? How does that conversation go down. Can you imagine:

Barber: Hello my friend, how can I help you?
Dude: Hows it goin'? Yeah, just gimme a trim on the top, hook up the side burns and FADE MY BACK.
Barber: ......