Yesterday I was at the barbershop on the town square…there were just two customers including me, and two barbers. After the other customer left, his barber was all excited.
“That guy served in the military in Afghanistan!” he said. “He was one of those guys that goes around searching out IUDs and detonating them.”
Me: “IUDs?”
“You know,” he said. “Bombs.”
"Ah, got it,"I said sagely.
A few minutes later he imparted that he’d asked the guy, “if there were an armed revolution, would you fire on your own people?” The presumed ex-soldier refused to answer, which the barber read as meaning that he wouldn’t do it if he were called upon. My barber, I should mention, has hinted in the past at his desire for armed revolution to overcome our tax-and-spend government.
Then some other unrelated completely weird shit happened, but it’s too long to describe here. And anyway, this is a mundane and pointless story.
Your barber would probably love that scene from The Hurt Locker when the fella lifts the cord and all of a sudden there’s about five IUDs staring him in the face.
Hey, it was the other guy cutting my hair! This was all viewed at a safe distance.
But yes, I do continue going there. First, they’ve been cutting my hair for nigh on fifteen years, and do a good job. And second, moments of entertainment like this are a bonus feature, not a defect.
My barber is a survivalist revolutionary, too. In fact, he’s also a gun dealer and often tries to convince me of my need for an AR-15 while trimming my ear hair.
Either we have the same barber or there’s a “type”.
