I went to the barber to get a cut. I had an appointment – a date – the next day and I wanted to look the part. I asked him for a trim and he asked me “How much?”
“Oh, an inch or so” I replied.
“No, you don’t understand” he said, “how much would you like to pay?”
I’d never been hunting but I hunt a bargain regularly and I half-laughed and reached to my wallet and pulled out a single five dollar note and handed it to the barber and he accepted it. I spent the usual twenty or twenty-five minutes in the chair. Time well spent, I compiled my grocery list in my mind to pick up on the way home. I stood from the chair and the barber thanked me for my custom and the ring of the bell on the door was muffled as I closed the door behind me and left.
Oysters were my meal that night. The oysters were not on my mental list but again, a bargain at the fishmonger was too good to be true and it was. A bad oyster sent me to bed for two days. Enough time to consider shaving my head, which I did.
Written today, 6th July 2017.