Originally Posted by
dminor
Not a chance. Barbershops were full of real men who wore plaid flannel, hunted and fished, read Playboy and drank whiskey in camp. Bike shop denizens wear gayly-colored spandex and pretend that riding foo-foo, overpriced kids' toys really means something.
This whole barbershop thing is really chapping my hide. I've been bald since I was 32. How is THIS supposed to make me feel? And I sometimes put some vodka in my caramel macchiatos when I want to throw caution to the wind. Doesn't that count for something?
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