My grandfather was a barber. He was very proud of the fact that he was a non-union barber. Closed his shop on Wednesdays. Took me fishing on Wednesdays. Grew up sweeping floors in his shop. To a degree it was just as you described. It was in front of his house. My grandmother would make his lunch (and mine) put it in a wicker basket and bring it to him. He would see her approaching the door, stop what he was doing walk outside, take the basket. I don't recall her ever entering his barbershop. I was 26 when he gave me the last hair cut. Learned a lot there that has stood me in good stead over the years.
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Union Barbers? Really? Where was that?
Where, Texas.
Most "barber" shops in Texas were union shops. Closed on Mondays.
I'm here for you FJ. This could give you a little pick me up. Barbers. I [bleep] one.
This is a first...nothing but rifle talk...no women, no bullshitt, no GFY...nada...WTF? ELK brings a broad (no disrespect)in here and it turns in Sunday school. SONOFABITCH! No wonder TUNER turned in his papers!
SONOVABITCH!!! We are planning to sack the phoucin' south coast of France. In gottdam code! Muthahumpa! WTF is wrong with your Phoucin' decoder ring?
Sombitch! GFY!
I am..........disturbed.
Concerning the difference between man and the jackass: some observers hold that there isn't any. But this wrongs the jackass. -Twain