the mystery of the porn loving barber on my block:
Occasionally I walk to the grocery store near my house and when I do I pass a small cluster of tiny businesses. There is a nail salon and a tiny Allstate Insurance office. However, there is one buisness in this cluster that has peaked my interest on several occasions. The door to this business is unmarked, so there is no way for the average observer to know what type of business this is. the blinds are usually closed, but the door is also glass allowing one to peer in for a partial glance of the room. the room itself is odd. the walls and celiings are covered with..what I can only describe as plastic luggage tags. These tags however, are not the kind of tag that displays the owners name and address, instead it appears they are somesort of commemorations of various events...one of the only ones I could make out in my breif investigation commemorated some golf tournament from long ago. they adorn the office in a variety of shapes and colors all advertising a diffferent event, place and time. there are hundreds of them almost dripping from the celling. In the back, I could make out a desk covered in papers, but ther is nothing there to give a clue as to what goes on in this place. My eyes then fall to the coffee table in "waiting area". the coffee table is covered in Playboy magazines. PORN in the waiting room????? what kind of place is this I wonder, by imagination running wild. Is the this the office of a pimp? a bookie? Adult film production? What kind of seedy things are happenig in this place?
One evening on my way home from the store I finally get my answer. This evening the lights are on an the curtains are opened wide, revealing the only part of the office not visible through the glass door. the final peice to the puzzle is now illuminated wit the shocking reveal of.... a barbers chair, sink and mirrored dresser. Man in his late 50's or early 60's stands before the mirror, giving impecable attention to his own salt and pepper flecked hair. He makes sure ever hair is in place then goes about cleaning up after a customer who is long gone. he is a barber and this is his office.
I fight the urge to walk into his shop to have more of my questions answered. I wonder about his customers...surely they must all be men? what kind of men? What would it look like for a young woman like me to enter his barber shop? Would he be sexist, or perverted? would he be defensive of his waiting room porn collection? I countinue on my way home, knowing that the answers my imagination has in store are undoubtedly more interesting than the truth.
Occasionally I walk to the grocery store near my house and when I do I pass a small cluster of tiny businesses. There is a nail salon and a tiny Allstate Insurance office. However, there is one buisness in this cluster that has peaked my interest on several occasions. The door to this business is unmarked, so there is no way for the average observer to know what type of business this is. the blinds are usually closed, but the door is also glass allowing one to peer in for a partial glance of the room. the room itself is odd. the walls and celiings are covered with..what I can only describe as plastic luggage tags. These tags however, are not the kind of tag that displays the owners name and address, instead it appears they are somesort of commemorations of various events...one of the only ones I could make out in my breif investigation commemorated some golf tournament from long ago. they adorn the office in a variety of shapes and colors all advertising a diffferent event, place and time. there are hundreds of them almost dripping from the celling. In the back, I could make out a desk covered in papers, but ther is nothing there to give a clue as to what goes on in this place. My eyes then fall to the coffee table in "waiting area". the coffee table is covered in Playboy magazines. PORN in the waiting room????? what kind of place is this I wonder, by imagination running wild. Is the this the office of a pimp? a bookie? Adult film production? What kind of seedy things are happenig in this place?
One evening on my way home from the store I finally get my answer. This evening the lights are on an the curtains are opened wide, revealing the only part of the office not visible through the glass door. the final peice to the puzzle is now illuminated wit the shocking reveal of.... a barbers chair, sink and mirrored dresser. Man in his late 50's or early 60's stands before the mirror, giving impecable attention to his own salt and pepper flecked hair. He makes sure ever hair is in place then goes about cleaning up after a customer who is long gone. he is a barber and this is his office.
I fight the urge to walk into his shop to have more of my questions answered. I wonder about his customers...surely they must all be men? what kind of men? What would it look like for a young woman like me to enter his barber shop? Would he be sexist, or perverted? would he be defensive of his waiting room porn collection? I countinue on my way home, knowing that the answers my imagination has in store are undoubtedly more interesting than the truth.
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Also, I just have to say that you have the prettiest eyes.