Connor
"Tell me the story," Phillip, the Barber, said as we looked at my reflection together in the mirror. "You want a haircut that will get you a new sponsorship contract, one good enough to be on a rugby card or to be on the cover of Men's Health."
I couldn't help but chuckle at all the scenarios and smiled. "I want one good enough that will make my ex see h- she's making a terrible mistake by trying to move on."
He whistled as the other men groaned. "Which woman would be crazy enough to leave you?"
None, but it seemed the one man found it incredibly easy. "She went for someone younger too."
"Might have as well pushed a knife in your side," A man who was getting his hair washed tsked. "How much younger?"
"Ten years." That got a collective gasp in horror.
"Well shit. How do you compete with these twenty year olds?" one man who was getting his hair dyed huffed.
