Is That a Hair in Your Root Beer?

Last Saturday morning I made my nearly weekly trek to the Ugly Mug, a couple of blocks from my house in Farmington. I sipped my steaming coffee while waiting for my tuna melt. (Yes, I eat tuna sandwiches for breakfast). Laying on the table was a brown newsletter with odd news stories and jokes intended to give readers a bit of entertainment while drinking a mug of java. Along the edges of the pages were ads for local businesses, including a barber shop/game room, which boasted free root beer, pool, darts and a trim at a reasonable price.
Do you know how some bars allow patrons to toss peanut shells on the floor? I pictured a group of guys standing around the bar, sipping their free root beers, and instead of standing on scattered peanut shells, they're standing in small drifts of freshly cut hair.
I wonder if they let you drink root beer while the barber is giving you a trim. If they do, hopefully the bartender serves the root beer in a cup with a lid on it instead of the traditional frosty mug. It wouldn't too yummy if bits of your hair ended up floating on top of your root beer.
But I think a game room/barber shop is a pretty good idea. I hate getting my hair cut. The stylist always talks about how hard it is to comb my hair, and I think, "Hey, tell me about it. I have to comb it everyday. You're lucky, you only get stuck combing it every 2 months." A free root beer and a game of pool would go a long way towards getting me in for a haircut. Too bad there isn't a ladies salon with a bar as well. New Year's is coming up quick, and I need to get a hair cut for the big party.