After grabbing lunch at Whole Foods, I stopped in to get my shoes shined. The guy had closed up shop for lunch, but I promised to buy him lunch in five minutes, and he took me up on it. So I went in, took off my shoes, handed them over, and sat down.
But who should come in but JR, from the barber shop down the hall, who stopped in and noted that he hadn't seen me in a while, which was true. By some standards, I was and am certainly in need of a trim, and if it was hotter outside and I wasn't already running late, he would have had me dead to sights. With the cooling of the days, however, I am less susceptible to the compulsion to buzz, so I decided to hold off for a couple of weeks.
This was, after all, the same fellow who says he's using a 2 on my back and sides, but I'll be damned if it feels as short as it does after Sunny, the Asian woman around the corner, gives me a cut. I think he actually uses a 3 or even -- dare I say it -- a 4 on my head, as a means of getting me back in there more quickly.
So I went on my way, though I was impressed and even flattered at the personal appeal. It means something for people to want your business.
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