The Manicur-bator
A routine visit to the barber shop turns interesting.
The last time I needed a haircut I had been out of town for a regional meeting and went to a barbershop near the convention hall. But yesterday I returned to the local salon where I usually get a trim from the proprietress, Fran. She rents a shop in a nearby small strip mall at the end of the complex. I parked in the empty lot in front of the shop and noticed a girl, much younger than Fran, was closing the blinds on the t...