I got my haircut again

This time I didn't wait as long as I usually do. So I walk in and I see the woman who last cut my hair. She was standing against a wall and texting on her phone. She reminded me of a high school student who was bored out of her mind. The place was pretty empty. All of the barbers were sitting in chairs doing nothing at all. It must have been slow because of the weather. So I sit down and right away a portly Arab man says: "want haircut?" I said sure. I sat in his chair and told him what I wanted done. I noticed for the first few minutes he was staring at the woman who was standing against the wall. It pissed me off. His eyes kept darting in her direction. God knows what was going through his mind. Erections while giving haircuts never turn out well. Trust me. I think he did a pretty good job. He actually took less time than what I am accustomed to. Then something crazy happened. Something that did not even cross my mind. He rubbed my head. Yup. He did the same thing that the Gwen Stefani lookalike did to me last time. I'm guessing it's a policy for their shop. The roles were reversed this time. Instead of me enjoying it, it looked like he was having the time of his life. He had an evil ass grin on his round face. I'm trying not to think about it because it makes feel very very uncomfortable. I ran out after I paid. I don't know if I should go back. I mean they know how to cut hair, but this male on male rubbing on head shit is not for me. I am Baliwala. The last two times I got my haircut I was molested. That is all.