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Discussion in 'Other Reminiscences' started by Joe Riley, Jan 8, 2016.
A barber is the only person whose conversation you can follow, even though he talks over your head.
Central Barbershop (St.Petersburg) - Change your life
A man walked in to Joe's Barber Shop for his regular haircut.
As he snips away, Joe asks "What's up?"
The man proceeds to explain he's taking a vacation to Rome.
"ROME?!" Joe says, "Why would you want to go there? It's a
crowded dirty city full of mafiosos! You'd be crazy to go to
Rome!... So how ya getting there?"
"We're taking TWA" the man replies.
"TWA?!" yells Joe. "They're a terrible airline. Their planes
are old, their flight attendants are ugly and they're always
late!... So where you staying in Rome?"
The man says "We'll be at the downtown International Marriot."
"That DUMP?!" says Joe. "That's the worst hotel in the city!
The rooms are small, the service is surly and slow and they're
overpriced!... So whatcha doing when you get there?"
The man says "We're going to go see the Vatican and hope to
see the Pope."
"HA! That's rich!" laughs Joe. "You and a million other people
trying to see him. He'll look the size of an ant. Boy, good luck
on THIS trip. You're going to need it!"
A month later, the man comes in for his regular haircut.
Joe says, "Well, how did that trip to Rome turn out? Betcha
TWA gave you the worst flight of your life!"
"No, quite the opposite" explained the man. "Not only were we
on time in one of their brand new planes, but it was full and
they bumped us up to first class. The food and wine were wonderful,
and I had a beautiful 28 year old flight attendent who waited on me
hand and foot!"
"Hmmm," Joe says, "Well, I bet the hotel was just like I described."
"No, quite the opposite! They'd just finished a $25 million
remodeling. Its the finest hotel in Rome, now. They were overbooked,
so they apologized and gave us the Presidential suite for no extra
"Well," Joe mumbles, "I KNOW you didn't get to see the Pope!"
"Actually, we were quite lucky. As we toured the Vatican, a Swiss
guard tapped me on the shoulder and explained the Pope likes to
personally meet some of the visitors, and if I'd be so kind as to
step into this private room and wait, the Pope would personally
greet me. Sure enough, after 5 minutes the Pope walked through the
door and shook my hand. I knelt down as he spoke a few words to me."
Impressed, Joe asks, "Tell me, please! What'd he say?"
"Oh, not much really. Just 'Where'd you get that awful haircut?'"
HAHA! What a great sign, Lara, I will have to keep that in a prominent place! Yesterday was our first day of business....thanks for peeking in.
Time to get down to Brass Tacks ....Barbershop!
That figures... lol
....Bean there, done that! HA! He was a strange one,for sure!
About a year ago I gave one of my grandsons my grandfather's straight razor. It has an ivory handle, the blade is very sharp, and swings loosely. My grandson learned from my husband how to use the straight razor to keep his beard shaped well. The razor has been in my family five generations.
What a neat story, Ina, I have never used a straight razor.
The great thing about barber shops is that they cannot only change your hairstyle, but have unisex haircuts.
If you haven't realized, I stopped by Joe's for a new look
Papa Joe has a good heart!