An Old Time Barbershop
I’ve had the same two barbers for longer than I can remember.
A few months ago I needed a haircut and parked near the barbershop. Nick and Clay, the owners, probably know the top of my head better than anyone.
Kyle finally gets his haircut from Nick
Their establishment is a throwback to an older style of business and as I walked along the sidewalk, memories of the shop floated through my mind. They know most of their customers by name and when things are slow people often linger to discuss breaking world news and more important things like fishing and the weather. There is no television in the shop to distract from conversation, but a radio tuned to an appropriately conservative station always plays in the background.
One day a woman walked in from the local phone company. “I’d like to talk to you about your phone service.”
“We don’t have one,” Nick replied.
I looked around the small shop. “You guys don’t have a phone?”
“We don’t need one,” Clay said. “Our customers know when we’re open and we don’t take appointments. So, why have a phone.”
She shrugged, handed Clay a business card, and left.
I pushed all those memories aside as I reached the shop door and pulled.
It didn’t budge.
Inside were two empty barber chairs and no barbers. I then noticed the closed sign nearby and read the small print. “Closed till Friday for hunting.”
I should have expected it.
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