With the sort of froideur you only find in people in glass booths or servants of minor European royalty, he told me to take a number.
Tag: haircut
A hairdon’t
Finally, I sat in the barber’s chair. “Not too short,” I said. “You want me to cut your eyebrows?” he asked.
A year ago
I’ve decided to stop saying goodbye, and start saying hello, instead.
White Meat 