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Greg’s Barbershop

My dad wanted to sing barbershop, but he couldn’t cut it, so he started cutting hair. Ha!  He gave me a haircut over lunch today.  It was great but the soup was a little hairy.

Now usually nobody says anything when I get a haircut.  Either they don’t notice or maybe think I was in some sort of accident.  Actually someone was concerned I had as operation after one of my dad’s cuts.  Today my 5 year old son  remarked, “hey dad, you got a haircut!” And I said, “Thanks for noticing.” And he said, “Yeah, you look weird.”

I should mention my dad is accepting new clients. Don’t order the soup.