Today, I went to get my haircut in Toronto. I got a recommendation for a nice salon from the guy who renovated our house. It was first appointment so I tried to make small talk with the stylish young fellow wielding with the sheers. He asked me me where I’m from.
“DC,” I said.
“How ’bout you.”
“I moved from Detroit. I worked at GM and lived in Birmingham.”
“Hmmmmm… Small world… My wife’s from Birmingham. It’s a nice place. What brought you to Toronto. Did your plant shut down?”
“Oh no,” he replied. “I’m an engineer.”
“So, why’d you leave?”
“It was sooooooooo BOOOORRRRRRRRRING, I couldn’t stand it. This is soooooo much better – so much more energy. I can be me.”
