To my horror, the place was closed. I was sure the place was not merely closed for holiday but was permanently off business: The traditional red-white-blue shop pole had been removed.
Some of you may know I visited the same barber for over thirty years. (See http://ccszeto.blogspot.com/2009/01/sixteen.html)
Why am I so loyal? Simple, my barber speaks very little.
Here is the usual conversation between us:
"As usual ?"
"Yes."
"Going back to work afterwards?"
"Yes."
And, that's done - not a single word until I leave the shop. I am sure he is not born to have a quiet personality. In fact, he chats quite a lot with other customers - just that he knows I am autistic and therefore decides to respect my disability.
Another piece of the good old memory vanished.
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