I don’t know what it is about me, but people tell me things they really shouldn’t. And, more importantly they tell me things that I don’t want to know. Over the years I’ve had people tell me intimate details of their lives that would make a corpse blush.
It was time for my haircut again so off I went to a shop where I got buzzed last time. The woman that is the sole operator likes to talk and talk. She is one of those people that just has to say something - anything. I have only known her for about an hour - two haircuts - and I already know more about her than I want to know. One of her dogs died and the other one is now afraid to stay outside alone. She bought her husband a Farmer’s Almanac to read while he goes potty, but he doesn’t read it. He does cross-word puzzles.
And, if she eats biscuits and gravy, she gets diarrhea.
I think I would look good with really long hair.
PMO
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