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Jeff told me that he'll graduate in about a month, already has a job lined up in a friend's shop in Burlington.
We got to discussing the barbering trade, disinfecting the instruments, disposing of blades. I said it was like medical waste; did he know that several hundred years ago, barbers were—
"Surgeons," Jeff said. "Chapter One of the textbook covers the history of barbering. We study anatomy too."
And to think I had thought that the Institute was just about cutting techniques.
"Mr. Long requires that we submit a complete business plan also, before we can graduate. Ready to present to a bank."
I knew that my neighbor (Mr. Long) was a dedicated and competent businessman, but I hadn't known much about his business (other than the practically important part that his students' haircuts are a fine bargain at five dollars).
On the way out of the shop, I asked him if I could borrow a copy of the textbook.
"I'll drop it by your house," he said.
Now you look dapper enough to take the wife out on New Years Eve. Or just hit the sack before midnight.
ReplyDeleteYes, dapper enough for either, or for any number of other things, no doubt! I foresee no late dining, no New Year's Eve concert, no dancing, and no midnight cult movie, but I do expect to hit the beloved sack early (and I'm not referring to hard liquor)—so that I might start the new year off "right" by arising at my usual time of around five o'clock or so.
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