I ran into an old friend at the barbershop last week. While
we waited for our turns in the chair, he started telling stories from when we
worked together. Well, I appreciate barbershop fellowship and these were good
stories. But when my turn in the chair came, he did what I was afraid he was going to do –
he kept talking. Now, barbershop etiquette would say that conversing should
stop once the clippers start. But he just kept going, and I couldn't hear hardly any of it. There was no possibility
of non-verbal communication – head nodding or shaking was obviously out of the question. Eye
contact was impossible – even with the mirrors. I caught a word here or there
and gave out a couple “Uh-huhs”. By the end of my haircut I was exhausted.
If this happens again, I’m gonna give that guy “cuts”.
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