Last spring, looking shaggy and driving by my favorite barber shop, I decided to stop in and get a haircut. Saturday morning is the busiest time for my barber. I thought I’d get a cut if I could park and not wait wait long for a cut.
Pulling up to the shop, I was astonished to find plenty of parking spots. Even more amazing, the barber shop was empty except for four or five barbers sitting around joking and shooting the breeze. I couldn’t believe my good luck. I asked Jack my barber what he thought about the lack of customers.
“Everyone came in last Saturday to get a haircut for Easter. They wanted to look good for their mom. The place was busy all day!”
My mom had passed away years earlier. I hadn’t thought about haircuts like that in some time.
“That’s interesting, “I said.
Then we talked baseball.
copyright 2019 Christopher Donahue