My choice of a haircutter has always been governed by how much they talk. The less the better. A few years ago, I used to get my hair cut by a woman named Joyce, a Barbara Mandrell type, who talked a lot. I liked Joyce. She was an exception to my rule.
Now I get my hair cut by a Korean woman, named Kim. Her interpersonal style is enhanced by a language barrier. She is also a master of the straight razor - incredibly smooth, no burn. I went to her shop today for a trim. I usually go after work, but today I made an earlier appointment.
She said, "You off work, today?"
I said, "No, I got fired yesterday."
She said, "Oh, yeh?"
I said, "Yeah."
She doesn't talk much. That's what I like about her. That and her steady hand with a straight razor. I wish I knew how to do that.
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Do you think she knows what "getting fired" means? With the language barrier she may not understand. Great story though.
You might be right about that.
She might have thought I said, "I got tired yesterday."
But she's a great haircutter. I trust her razor with my throat.
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