A Haircut, a Horse, and a Gorilla, named King

Last Saturday, while waiting to get my hair cut, the man seated directly across from me got up and left the barber shop. I glanced up from a recent issue of Field & Stream, wondering if he’d just had enough of waiting, but moments later, the man returned. I must have looked curious, because he started to make small talk about being unable to send a text from inside the building. I smiled sympathetically, and muttered something about the brick walls blocking the signal (which sounds plausible, but is probably hogwash). I’m not very good at small talk, but I don’t get out much these days, and a conversation about something other than work or babies seemed like a fine way to pass the time while I waited for the five other guys ahead of me to get their ears lowered.