Jeb Stuart
Platinum Level Sponsor
I hate the barber shop closest to my house because several of the barbers are just horses asses and talk and talk. I live in a fairly urban area and other barber shops are not that far away but sometimes I am just lazy. Last Friday I take off early and I go to this barber shop. I am sitting getting my hair cut when the guy who is cutting my hair looks outside and says "is that a T-bird?". Reluctantly I say no it's a Sunbeam Alpine. A general discussion starts up from all in the shop that I try to ignore. The biggest ass of the bunch, a fat red headed guy, starts going on about muscle cars and how he would never have a wimpy roadster. Just as the words were out of his mouth a very attractive twice blessed young women sticks her head in the door and says "who owns that old car?". Everyone points to me and she says in the sweetest of southern accents "I just love it!". She heads on down the sidewalk and I lean forward looking down the row of chairs at the red headed barber and say "so what were you saying?" All the guys in the shop bust out laughing.
