So, as I'm getting a haircut on Saturday, Don the Barber, who is also an uber therapist and who shares my birthday plus 12 years, engages in easy banter with me, his loyal subject. How are things, work, the kids, wife, etc.
BULLETIN: Portions of our discussion were privileged and confidential. What follows is a redacted version of the episode.
How's the ballet dancer?
She's okay; trying to sort out boyfriend stuff, I guess.
I thought most of those guys were gay.
Most are; that'
s what makes this guy a wanted commodity.I love that phrase.
What ph
rase, Don?'A wanted commodity.' I don't think I've ever been called that. I don't think I've ever been a wanted commodity.
Tell me about it. You missed a little wisp up there at the top, Don.
(Laugh? Thought we'd die.)
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a think a good man - at any age - is a wanted commodity - grin...thanks for the great post
Why trim the wisp? Why not arrange said wisp into the proverbial combover??
Some of the best conversations develop when seated in a barber chair. Proves that men have th gift of gab also.
Keep the wisp. Lose the lisp.
Thought you would enjoy a rhyme, PK.
Don is no doubt cheaper than a psychotherapist. That's thrifty. And nifty.
Being wanted has its downsides.
Trust me.
Puss
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