My dad went to the same barber, Greg, for 40 years. The story was as a little lad, Greg was the only barber that didn't make me cry during haircuts.
I patronized Greg clear thru college. When I was in my teens, Greg always had an off-color joke or two to share with me. He used to have a laminated picture of Telly Savalas he would show unsuspecting customers and say, "This is today's special. "
My dad found long hair abhorrent. He kept it high and tight, which was my only option when I was little. When i got old enough to drive and schedule my own haircuts, I thought finally I can have a little 1:1 with Greg to not cut so much off, but it didn't seem to matter. My only option was to avoid haircuts as long as I could before I was ordered to "clean up."
The weekend after my dad passed away, I was at moms house, and the doorbell rang. It was Greg and his wife to give condolences.
Greg said, Tom, when you got old enough to come into the shop your dad used to call ahead and say, "Greg, you're cutting Tom's hair, but that twenty he is paying with came from me. I want it short. "
Tom
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