You think about taking advantage of this place and checking out more of history. You point to the haircut of the guy in the 1920's style car. "I want that one."
"Okay Tommy." The barber said, "Sit in the chair."
You sit down and and he starts making your hair slightly longer and parted to the side. You look at your reflection as you start to grow older. You get taller, your freckels dissapear. You turn into the 22 year-old man in the picture.
"How's that Mr. Bundy?" You realise your name is Johnathan Bundy and it's 1924.
"Yes, thank you."
"Come again when you're ready." The barber smiled.
You stand up and walk out of the store. You are no longer in the town you were in before, but New York City. More specifically Queens. You can see New York's skyline in the distance.
"Mr. Bundy, are you ready to go home?" You look at the man and "remember" he is your driver who drives your expensive car. The home he's talking about is a mansion in Great Neck. You're one of the upper class now.