Me sacaron punta

Got a haircut yesterday. I like it. It's hard to get a good haircut.

The barbers I go to are a father and son team. The father is from Sicily. The son usually cuts my hair, but yesterday I got the father. I was unsure whether to speak to him in English or Italian. My Sicilian is a bit rusty, so that was out of the question. I ended speaking to him in an unintelligible mix, but somehow he understood it.

[The title is the colliquial way of saying I got a haircut in Mexico. Literally is I got my head sharpened (like in a pencil sharpener). That was your cultural reference lesson for the day].