I had planned on spending the morning collecting some very overdue debts but last weeks request for a few more days to pay, {which really meant a couple of more weeks} left me at a loose end this very dark and rainy Friday morning in February.
“Where ya going ?” Maggie wants to know
“Figure I’ll head into town and get a haircut” says I
“Sure he’ll be open this early??” Maggie asks, firmly planting the seed of doubt and causing me to indulge another coffee before heading into “Mayberry” to find “Floyd”. For sure certain that the barber would definitely be open by 9:30 I was surprised to see no cars in the four car lot, delighted that there would be no wait. On the door however, was this…… Closed be right back March 10……….
Closed be right back March 10 ??….victim yet again of a Southern concept of time
