empty except for
a reclined chair
and a man waiting
expectantly beside it.
“Sorry mate
we’re all booked out.
You have to book online.”
He replies to your
look of incredulity
“He’s on his way.
He’s running late.
Here’s our card.”
You take it
and file it
in the round bin
under V for
virtual haircut.
love that! I live in a small town where you just turn up and wait your turn, there isn't even any manual booking, if you leave you go to the back!
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