Once we reach adulthood, a trip to the barber or hair salon usually goes like clockwork. First, you sit in the chair, discussing how you’d like your hair to look with a stylist. Then, your locks are shampooed and conditioned before being clipped, dried and styled – hopefully to perfection, or at least to your satisfaction.
For Dave Tyler, what seemed like a normal trip to a hair salon called Headmasters in Brighton, U.K., likely happened in much the same way. After all, he was a regular there, and he had walked out from his March 2011 appointment feeling as though nothing was amiss.