full time shrink, part time Russian cosmonaut, poodle trainer, ventriloquist, and potter rolled up in a fig leaf.
James6767: My favorite source for exotic hardwoods has been taken over by snarky hipsters over the past 7 years since I last visited. Now in the window, instead of a "Hello, we're open!" sign, there's another that's replaced it. The new one? "Sorry, we're open!".
..well, that makes two of us.
James6767: I walk into a barber shop with shoulder length brown hair with wisps of gray. The old gentleman barber greets me with a wry smile. "Can I help ya?" I gulp...."it's been a while-like 35 years. ahh..I think I need a hair cut". The old man laughs. "Well I can see that! Sit on down and wait your turn." I sit... the magazines are an odd assortment. Very odd. Untne Reader, Highlights, People, Vogue...I pick up Highlights-a kids mag. The barber yells at me mid-clip with another old man customer "You like the Beatles?" I put the mag down. "um. uh ..uh why?. The barber laughs. "Cuz you look like one of those guys!". He mumbles to his cuttee something.. "He looks like one of them Beatles guys right??" "Yeah, the dead one", says the cuttee customer. I smile..look at another magazine and fake a laugh. "..haHa. yeah. I've been told I look like Lennon"..The barber and customer look confused. I say I'll be back in a sec....I walk out and go across the street to the Hair Cuttery. They cut my hair. The "stylist" and I chat about the weather, gas prices, and assorted other area-news confabulations....a decent haircut..I look like a cross between David Lynch and Samuel Beckett...ready for behavioral interviews (interrogations). I hope Johns Hopkins will take me in for my snazzy haircut..pity I can't bring the moog synth to play or my cute cat with me...give me a glass of water. alas..the modern world