Podcast #91 My Barbers

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Over the years I have had many barbers. I’ve easily spent over 200 hours in barber chairs. I don’t remember all my barbers. But some are definitely memorable.

Jerry was my first barber. Jerry was an Italian immigrant. He always had the radio turned to opera. He charged 60 cents.

In college I had a barber named Frank. During a haircut Frank would answer the phone several times. He would write something on a slip of paper. After a few haircuts I figured it out. Frank was taking bets on the horses.

My saddest barber experience was with John. John was a happy and amiable guy. Gradually he became mentally ill. I got nervous having his razor near my neck. I didn’t think he’d ever try to hurt me. But he became easily excitable. I switched barbers. A short time later he sold his shop.

My first barber in Los Angeles was Richard. He was a first-rate craftsman. He took his time and did a great job. Richard regularly went gambling in Las Vegas. He claimed he was a steady winner. Maybe he wasn’t exaggerating. He retired at a pretty young age.

My next barber was Stan. I got great haircuts from Stan. Then he had his shoulders operated on. After that he changed his barbering method. He nowpreferred electric clippers to scissors. The quality of his work went way down.

So I switched to Leonard, my present barber. Leonhard gives a reasonably good haircut. But there is one major problem. Leonard doesn’t like to talk. If you speak to him, he sort of nods. It’s like being in a funeral home. It’s too weird for words. I’m looking for a new barber.

Life must be a little simpler for bald guys.

 

 

Over the years I have had many barbers.

I’ve gone to many barbers in my lifetime.

 

I’ve easily spent over 200 hours in barber chairs.

Two hundred hours in a barber chair is a low estimate.

 

I don’t remember all my barbers.

Not all of my barbers come to mind.

 

But some are definitely memorable.

But I have a clear memory of a few of them.

 

Jerry was my first barber.

My first barber was Jerry.

 

Jerry was an Italian immigrant.

Jerry was an immigrant from Italy.

 

He always had the radio turned to opera.

His radio was always turned to opera.

 

He charged 60 cents.

A haircut from Jerry cost 60 cents.

 

In college I had a barber named Frank.

Frank was a barber I had as a college student.

 

During a haircut Frank would answer the phone several times.

Frank took several phone calls during each haircut.

 

He would write something on a slip of paper.

He would jot something down on a little pad.

 

After a few haircuts I figured it out.

It took a few haircuts for me to understand.

 

Frank was taking bets on the horses.

Frank the barber was also Frank the bookie.

 

My saddest barber experience was with John.

My barber experience with John was the saddest.

 

John was a happy and amiable guy.

John has a happy-go-lucky guy.

 

Gradually he became mentally ill.

Little by little he drifted into mental illness.

 

I got nervous having his razor near my neck.

Having his razor near my neck put me on edge.

 

I didn’t think he’d ever try to hurt me.

Not that he would harm me on purpose.

 

But he became easily excitable.

But he could get overexcited

 

I switched barbers.

I changed barbers.

 

A short time later he sold his shop.

Shortly after that he sold off his shop.

 

My first barber in Los Angeles was Richard.

My first LA barber was Richard.

 

He was a first-rate craftsman.

His work was first class.

 

He took his time and did a great job.

He didn’t rush and got things just right.

 

Richard regularly went gambling in Las Vegas.

Richard gambled in Las Vegas on a regular basis.

 

He claimed he was a steady winner.

According to him, he won steadily.

 

Maybe he wasn’t exaggerating.

Maybe he wasn’t stretching the truth.

 

He retired at a pretty young age.

He retired fairly young.

 

My next barber was Stan.

Next was Stan.

 

I got great haircuts from Stan.

Stan gave me great haircuts.

 

Then he had his shoulders operated on.

Then he had operations on both shoulders.

 

After that he changed his barbering method.

Subsequently he changed the way he gave haircuts.

 

He now preferred electric clippers to scissors.

He now favored electric clippers over scissors.

 

The quality of his work went way down.

His quality took a nose dive.

 

So I switched to Leonard, my present barber.

So I made the move over to Leonard, my present barber.

 

Leonhard gives a reasonably good haircut.

Leonhard does a fairly nice job.

 

But there is one major problem.

But Leonhard has one big problem

 

Leonard doesn’t like to talk.

Leonard is quite uncommunicative.

 

If you speak to him, he sort of nods.

Speak to him and he just gives a little nod.

 

It’s like being in a funeral home.

It feels like being in a funeral home.

 

It’s too weird for words.

A totally eerie experience.

 

I’m looking for a new barber.

I’m in the market for a new barber.

 

Life must be a little simpler for bald guys.

Being bald must simplify life a little.

 

 

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