Everything is late today.  Its always that way when I get a haircut, but especially today when he was in a particularly bad mood.  Or maybe he hates me.  

It all started during the big epidemic when I was sick of worrying about being in a hairdressing salon in a strip mall.  I hated the parking search, the fear of crowds, the whole shtik.  And when I heard that a famous stylist had closed his salon in Kikar Medina and opened in his garage a block away, I made an immediate appointment.  That’s when I started getting big compliments, and became addicted.  He hadn’t lowered his prices from the posh salon, he hadn’t upgraded his furniture, he hadn’t added more than a coffee machine.  Still, the place was crowded with models and very sexy women.

  Today there were elderly women and me.  And for some reason everything was backed up.  And I wound up spending four hours there without a single smile.  Of course they relieved the nasty lump in my wallet. 

F OUR HOURS AT THE HAIRDRESSER!

In this heat, where everyone just wants to sleep and I have a thousand things to do!