I don't remember Tim's last name.
Tim was my barber. He cut my hair for almost 20 years. And even though it got thinner and thinner on top, Tim could still find a few hairs that needed to be looked after.
Tim knew where I worked, he knew my family, he knew about my motorcycle/banjo/goat/airplane addictions, but better yet, he knew exactly how I liked my hair.
But I hardly knew anything about him, and now he's retired -- off to do whatever it is that retired barbers do -- and some guy named Tom has taken his place, and I don't know what to think anymore.
Tom seems to be a nice guy, and I probably should give him a chance, but change is hard.
I've given some thought to letting my hair grow long (the one or two that CAN grow long), be the hippy I always wanted to be, just in honor of my old friend, Tim.
More than likely I'm going to give my hair-cutting business to Tom.
Tom, my new barber, whose last name I forget.
1 comment:
Losing a hair stylist is rather like breaking up. But you must move on. It wasn't like you were an unfaithful cad. Tim just retired. Your hair -- lovely as it is (am sure) -- was not enough to keep him in the trade. Good luck with Tom. Or is it Tim. I've forgot by now.
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