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In high school, I used to get my hair cut at the ghetto barbershop in the neighboring town of Irvington, NJ. It was mostly black, with a few latinos, and once in a blue moon, a white man with hip-hop affiliations would wander in. The trouble was that people would come in off the street and try to sell DVDs and shit. The barbers and patrons would always have to shoo them away and keep them from assailing everyone to buy some probably-stolen merchandise. Every now and then, someone would storm in high on crack (most likely) and everyone would drop what they were doing and physical throw this guy out. Strangely, we all got used to it after a while.
I was never worried about getting into a fight with another patron, but you'd see the various barbers get pretty nasty with one another in trying to get a customer to choose him. It was rather like the barking comedians at the club, where they'd have to sit out front and say "You gettin' a cut? I got you. I got you."
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