The Golden Rule Rulz!

Where did all the good attitudes go?

For two days I have tried to take my son to get his hair cut. Yesterday our schedule was tight and we had about an hour to spend on getting his hair cut. We went into the barber shop where there were two barbers and two people getting their mops chopped. We walked in, they asked for my son’s name and told us to have a seat. Twenty minutes later, one of the barbers finished, cleaned her equipment, swept around the chair, and then disappeared into the back of the store. She never even looked at us.

We left.

Today, we thought we’d try again, so we went to another hair cutting establishment. My twelve-year-old who stands about five and a half feet tall was placed on a booster seat, covered in a kiddy apron that barely covered his shirt...

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In His dust,
Johnny