Tonight I had a haircut with my brother. We’re not “Salon Orange Moon” kind of people, but there we sat, young women working creams and smells into my 53 and his 59-year old scalps. We chatted, quite predictably, (actually a lot of our chat is quite predictable) about the fact we hadn’t had haircuts side-by-side in at least forty-five years.
We decided, or at least I did, that brothers should do this kind of thing more often so our next side-by-side hair appointment is scheduled for the latter part of 2038. This time we’ll only wait 30 years.
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