I guarantee…. you will live happily ever after.

Today, being a busy Saturday my Italian barber could not give me a same-day appointment, but luckily, I remembered a neighbor recommending a Unisex hair salon in the walkway behind Publix Market, so I decided to check it out. The shop appeared small on the outside but when I walked in I saw they had 20 chairs, all occupied by ladies getting beautiful, and all women operators. I decided I would try pot-luck and go for it. Columbus took a chance, so why not me.

Somehow, I got lucky and the receptionist told me she had an opening in a couple of minutes. Sure enough a few minutes later a very heavy set Russian girl named Sonya introduced herself. I saw a person who was possibly an ex-women’s Olympic Wrestling Team gold medalist, who said in a thick KGB accent, “I ready give you nice haircut now.” We began with some preliminary conversation and she told me she was from Moscow and has been in the United States for 2 years. I told her my grandpa was born in Kiev and came to the United States in 1875. This chit-chat was all prior to her getting to work cutting my hair and then before anything else she started applying lipstick. I jokingly told her she didn’t have to get all dolled up for me; she giggled and said, “I feel naked no lipstick.” I said, it’s O.K. with me if you give me a haircut while you’re naked.

The Russian thought that was so funny, I think she’s still laughing. And as for me…after thinking it over, Sonya probably looked much better dressed, wearing lipstick, than undressed.

Sonya offered me my choice, she asked…what style you want? Look like Putin…very short hair, Stalin…leave a lot of hair, or Nikita Kruschev…no hair and she laughed. I chose to look like George Clooney but that would take a Russian miracle.

She used an electric clippers and in no time she said, “O.K. You finished now.” I looked in the mirror, and I saw…my grandpa.

At the half-way point, I was at the Haagen-Dazs store, so I had my usual hazelnut coffee and as a reward I added a small cup of Java Chip ice-cream. What a treat, but there was more. In front me on the line were 4 young gal pals all in thong string bikinis. My luck, I was standing in back of the one (of the 4) wearing a virtually invisible string exposing a full moon; she was giggling and gaggling with her group. When the server finally handed me my order, I looked into my cup and noticed the Java chip ice-cream instantly melted into a liquid and I wondered why that happened.

That’s it!

You know, in my little homily above I left children out of the special people that care about you, because often they do not love a parent unconditionally, which means loving in spite of a parent’s faults, and in many cases the love that is given is based on the size of the inheritance.