31 January 2008

The Big Event

I don't think I've ever written about the barbershop I frequent around these parts. It's an old school spot, been there since the late 50's, haircuts are $12 and that's all they do. Simple and effective. Old cash register, old rotary phone, lots of Marvy - you get the idea.

I often wonder what the Israeli guy thinks of the "Meat is Murder" tattoo on the back of my neck. Sometimes I think he just sees the "meat" part as the rest disappears under my collar. Either way, he always looks equally confused.

Most awkward thing I've heard so far today, another barber asks his customer as he's just getting settled in the chair:

"So... Are you ready for the... the... big event on Sunday?"

"The big event"!?!? What, so now barbers can't say Superbowl either?! It was like Eddie Murphy talking to John Amos in Coming To America,

"Sir, did you happen to catch the professional football contest on television last night? ... Oh sir, the Giants of New York took on the Packers of Green Bay. And in the end, the Giants triumphed by kicking an oblong ball made of pigskin through a big "H". It was a most ripping victory."
The "big event". Hysterical.

Related: Don't Say Superbowl, Superbowl also, Origin of the Barber Pole

No comments: