My Visits to the Hairdresser

My 3-4 visits to the hairdresser each year usually go like this:

Me (settling in chair, removing glasses, closing eyes).

Hairdresser (warming up for 20 minutes of conversation): "So what do you do?"

Me (bracing myself): "I write books."

Haidresser (expressing false interest): "That sounds interesting. What about?"

Me (knowing what's coming next): "Computers."

Hairdresser (works in silence for 19 minutes).

Comments

[Gary Darcy]

Ralph,

I think you will find the total on the
24th of October is more like 9 mill plus some change.

Regards Gary

[Owen Wengerd]

This post made my day! And, it reminds me of my own barber shop (hairdresser? pshaw!) story.

An elderly barber in my past used to get me mixed up with one of his truck driver customers, and his first words after I assumed the position were inevitably something like "Well, how's the truck driving business treating you?"

I corrected him the first time, but I just didn't have the heart to rehash it on every visit, so I started playing along. It became a source of genuine amusement to respond to his interrogation honestly and without raising suspicion.

"Have you been to the west coast lately?"

"It's been a while, I'm trying to stay close to home these days."

"Those high diesel fuel taxes must really affect your bottom line."

"Surprisingly enough, it actually doesn't affect me too much."