Yep, my hair was the longest it had been since the 1970s - but I did go visit a liquor store that I knew was owned in part by the barber whose closed shop is next door. Sure enough, he was in there. I asked if the back door to his shop was open (hint, hint). Worked like a charm - got a speakeasy haircut and picked up a nice bottle of bourbon on my way out.
And you are still alive and the barber too imagine that.