Thread: Locker Room Conversation

"You're from the old school."

"If you must know, I lived next door to Charles Dickens."

"My dad used to use one of those razors."

"Straight razor?"

"Yeah — like in the barbershops."

"Some barbers still use them."

"Are you a barber?"

"A noble profession. But no, I'm a writer."

"My father was a steamfitter."

"Also a noble profession."

"I remember he always threatened us kids with that belt thing — the strap thing."

"Strop."

"What?"

"Strop. That's what it's called — strop."

"You get a good shave with those razors?"

"Not perfect — yet."

"Scared the hell I'd cut my throat."

"Well, it does take a little training."

"How long it took you?"

"I'm still learning. I figure I'll always be a pilgrim."

"I use one of these disposables. Buy a whole bunch, three or four bucks, and then toss them. No hassle."

"That's one way of doing it."

"I don't have the time for all that? Besides, I hate shaving."

"Maybe that's why."

"Why do you like shaving with one of those things?"

"For the same reason I like feasting on a good meal with a glass of wine."

Regards,

Obie