Do you remember what tomorrow is?

There is one thing about tomorrow that maybe not many are thinking of, can you guess what it is? Here it is, besides the football game it is the day we go to church and if you think I am an enthusiastic game watcher you ought to come and sit with me in church, just saying! So tomorrow I will worship God with my family and friends, serve a great big dinner at my house and then tomorrow night I will watch a great game, whoever wins and that’s the truth! But there is one other thing on my mind,

I have a question and it must have an answer. It isn’t of National importance or spiritual significance just something I wondered about. Recently I decided to run down to the end of the street to get my hair cut and went out early on a Saturday morning so I wasn’t expecting to see many people in there and wondered for a moment if I were in the right place as I looked back outside the door and didn’t see a red and white striped pole. I walked in and found myself sitting next to a rather large man wearing a shirt with the sleeves cut off, I assumed to show off the massive tattoos covering his equally massive arms. When they called me first Iw as surprised because he was already there when I arrived, I asked him if he shouldn’t have gone first, he waved me off with, “I’m sure they have a plan.” I walked over to the chair to have my hair washed and, insult upon injury she brought a footstool for me to put my feet on as if I were a child.

As I was enjoying the feel of the marvelous massage of my scalp I heard a man bragging about how much money he made. Seems he was offered eighteen hundred dollars a week to drive his truck but had to drive three thousand five hundred miles a week and turned it down. With my eyes closed I heard a discussion of the latest Hawk victory and the last second basket that had won the game so I peeked to see who was talking because it didn’t sound like “bragging guy”, and sure enough it was another man who was having his eyebrows and his nose-hairs waxed! Just say the lady took more time grooming this guy’s eyebrows and nose-hairs than it took to get my haircut! The parade of men getting groomed waxed and cut continued until I left and in all that time there was only one other woman that ventured into this “beauty shop”.

So the burning question would be, aren’t there places called “Barber Shops” anymore? Has this previously female environment, where women used to be able to have their beauty routine carried out without being “looked at” gone the way of finger-nail polish and earrings which I always thought of as being something for females, except of course for Errol Flynn or Tyrone Power with their single earring in those swashbuckler movies I used to lay on my stomach and watch when I was a little girl?

OK then I am going to say my prayers and go to bed,  now I lay me down to sleep

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