A comment on the family blog by my older brother Frank got me thinking.
When my brother Mike and I were kids(I think I was six when this started) my mom said that if we let her cut our hair;as opposed to going to the barber in Bear River, she would put fifty cents in a jar every time. The plan was we were going to go to Disney World on the money my mom saved by cutting our hair and making our clothes instead of buying them. It took four years (and all of dads tips) but we went to Disney World.
The last time I paid for a haircut I was fifteen years old. I've been cutting my own hair since then. Granted, I don't have to spend a lot of time cutting my hair these days. It falls out fast enough on it's own. But like the lawyer that represents himself; so too does the barber that cuts his own hair have a fool for a client.
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Yup, you da client.
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