Yesterday afternoon Mark and I went to Ferdo's Mediterranean Grill in Fort Lauderdale. They have a great lunch special and Mark and I always order the same thing, the gyros platter. As usual, the food was good and the pita bread with olive oil helped me shovel all that lamb meat down my gullet. Lots of olive oil on the pita bread, lots of gyros meat. After lunch we moved on to our next chore of the day, haircuts at the hiphop barber shop. Here's a good rule to follow if you plan to have lunch or dinner at a Middle Eastern restaurant. After eating, don't put yourself in a situation where you are confined, like in a barber chair. I honestly tried to stifle the gas that was bubbling up from deep in my guts. I sat there in the barber chair with the apron like smock firmly fastened around my neck, trying my hardest to keep it all in until I couldn't take it anymore. The first one came out silent and strong, I swear the smock billowed up just a bit. As my barber fussed about cutting my hair, I implored him to move a little faster. "How about those eyebrows, you want me to trim them?" he asked. I clenched as hard as I could and told him, "Yes, trim the eyebrows". I figured that wouldn't take too long. Poof, again the smock rippled in the wind. This time I think the guy had figured out what was happening. He put down his clippers, whipped the apron/smock off of me, and announced that he was done. I felt bad for the guy, but I did give him a good tip with a little extra gas tax added on.