Tuesday, 26 March 2013

The Price of a Haircut

My father worked for a world famous department store. He was a gentlemen's hairdresser and a regular customer was the store's grocery buyer. The weekly trim was paid for with a generous portion of smoked salmon, a rare luxury in the late 50's.  The first time that Dad brought this treat home, he thought that the unfamiliar smell meant that the fish was bad.  The cat next door enjoyed this luxury for a few weeks until we ventured to try it ourselves.  I frequently took smoked salmon sandwiches to school for my lunch break, certainly the only boy with something tastier than ham or cheese.

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