This is purely fantasy and my first story.
I drop by my local hairdresser he's an old guy traditional cuts none of this fancy new stuff. Short,back and sides only. I go after work just before he shuts up for the evening and of course it's quieter. "Hi Bob how are you? Business good? "No Sam" he replies "I'm thinking of retiring soon you'll have to go somewhere else" I was saddened to hear this he'd cut my Father's hair before me and was like family? "Well Sam as it's your last one it's on the house and I'll shut up shop so it's just you and me"
