I remember walking down to the barber shop every other Saturday morning as a little boy. I hated getting my hair cut, but my father needed his hair trimmed every fourteen days, which always seemed quite strange to me (of course, I'm a guy that usually goes fourteen months without a haircut). The place would be filled with guys talking about politics and sports, seldom agreeing on either topic. Now, guys can opt for joints with plasma TVs blasting SportsCenter. No need to talk to anyone! Rock!
I feel the old-fashioned barber shops would make a return if they all offered services like this:
Personally, I prefer "Classic Booger" (this is from the building next door, which was once the home of City Barber Shop):
I need to grow up.
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