Mark's barber shop of choice
just raised its price to eight dollars from six. Not a big deal, he can afford
it along with a nice tip. Hell, down in Florida he was paying thirteen dollars.
For years Mark has been going to black barber shops. He had one in Fort
Lauderdale that I began going to with him until I noticed that they were
skipping over me. I would sit there waiting for my turn and somebody from off
the street would wander in and get a haircut before me. And yes, it was a
racial thing. But I really didn't care, I just found another place closer to
our house and made Mark move over to the new barber shop with me. Once again,
it was a black barber shop but they were much nicer. Now that we are in Chicago
the number of black barbers is greater and I was glad that Mark found one just
a block from the house. Although it isn't really black, but Russian. Owned by Russians
with a couple of black barbers in the same shop. Like I said, they recently
raised the price of a haircut and I'm not taking Mark there anymore. Instead
Mark bought a Wahl barber kit for a do it yourself haircut. Except Mark of
course, can't do it himself. He's not double jointed. So I am now Mark's
barber. He once cut my hair and it was a disaster. So I was going to exact my
revenge, but a funny thing happened. I did a pretty good job. No gouges, no
long straggling hairs, just a nice buzz cut. Oh, and I took eight dollars out
of Mark's wallet.
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