Business…here are the pros and cons of a Michigan/Ohio State rematch.
So I’m going to New York tomorrow to hang with my big brother for the holiday, which anyone that knows me can tell you is a big deal in my universe. I find that even though I’m closer to 30 than 20, I’m still just your typical little brother. Never growin’ out of it, and I’m okay with that.
But that meant I needed to get a haircut. And I haven’t really been satisfied with the barbers I’ve gone to here, so I went to a spot near my house.
Write this down–the first time in a new barbershop is always an experience, especially if you go on a Saturday. That way, you’re guaranteed to get a crowd, and usually a regular set of folks. You know, the old heads that come in every other Saturday and the single moms that only have that window of time to make sure their sons don’t embarrass them with heads full of cockleburrs (sp? y’all know what I’m talkin ’bout).
So I get there, and the first thing I noticed was that three people were waiting, one dude was cuttin’, and four barbers were eating. FOUR. Couldn’t these cats go in shifts? I’d think so, but I don’t know enough about the organizational theory of barber shops to say so definitely.
No worries. I had plenty of time before the OSU/Michigan game.
Well, some lil fella came in with his mother while we were discussing the PS3 and, specifically, all the robberies. Now, I’ve got a whole range of reaons why it doesn’t make sense for most people to get the PS3 right now, but I kept most of those to myself. Barbershop talk about some of those robberies wasn’t gonna get interrupted by me.
(BTW, if you saw Friday’s post on Friday, check the link again. More robbery information was added.)
So one barber asked a 9-year old kid if he would give up his PlayStation if someone put a tool to his head. He said no.
What followed was a piece of wisdom that was as sage as it was funny.
“I don’t know what kind of TV it is that you watch, but you need to turn to the news, D.”
I fell out laughing. Cuz goodness, that’s the head on truth. I know that kids tend to talk more shit than they can back up because, quite honestly, they don’t know any better. However, that’s straight up bonkers.
Children need to learn a rule that my uncle told me brother when he was young–if a man threatens to shot you, believe him and do whatever it takes to make him no longer want to shoot you.
That’s real, man. Shit, I’ll go steal someone else’s PS3 and bring it to you if you put a pistol to my pumpkin. No turnin’ my pound cake into red velvet. Nossirreebob.
Make sure your kids see it like I do. For real.