I just returned from the barber shop, except it isn't about barbering anymore. There is no barber pole outside. It is a unisex hair salon. All the clippers are female, the magazines are a bit stale and there was some soft country on the AM radio - I knew I was in the south. I stop in periodically to have the salt separated from the pepper and feel a bit younger - and the senior prices are reasonable. Did I need a haircut? Well, I was growing a duck tail in back and in the old days we would say "I'd better get a haircut or buy a violin." But I sure do miss that aroma of witch hazel.
tjs
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