Cunts at The Barber Chair
09/24/2024
30
t was about a quarter til nine in the evening when I entered the hair salon. Almost closing time. The store was empty, except for the woman working there. She was sweeping up with a broom. Tall, long frizzy blonde hair, statuesque, mid 30’s. She looked at me with a trace of annoyance — no doubt because my presence meant …