Value I Did Not Expect

The salon I chose for my most recent haircut came from a grocery store receipt’s coupon. Not one to turn down a good deal within my budget, I made an appointment.

Since he’d never cut my hair, I told the barber what I wanted. The non-heroic cape followed, then the spray and comb and scissors. Later, the clippers.

Small talk commenced. I asked about his youth. He grew up in southern United States, in a town “you’d miss if you got off the highway and went to pick up something you dropped by your feet. “