Tuesday, February 16, 2016


Every day, whenever I'm walking between home and work, I look forward to passing the barber shop.

This barber shop is everything a barber shop should be.
The chairs that sit against the faded, green wall are always filled with clients waiting for their turn with the barber. There is a stand of snacks for sale, including candy and potato chips. A vase of flowers sits beside the station where the barber does his work.

I'm sort of enchanted with the barber, you see.

He is an old man with a warm grin and big, brown eyes. He winks at me as I walk by. I wave even though we've never met.

I see him working early in the morning and late at night. He is constantly smiling or cracking a joke. Even when clients are lined up waiting, he never seems frazzled or stressed. 

Yesterday, I was passing by his shop at lunch when he walked outside to sweep the sidewalk.

"How you doin'?" he asked jovially, flashing me his bright smile.

And what did I say?

"HI!" I replied, my voice too high. 

Yeah! That's all I could manage to say to this barber I have studied so closely for nearly a year now.

Hi. Exclamation point.

I then looked away quickly, my face beginning to blush. 

Let's hope I never run into Hugh Jackman or Mindy Kaling. 

Can you imagine how weird I'd act? 


  1. Been there! I love how you admired him from afar for the little things are actually big things.

  2. You have such a great way with words, Jenna! Reading this, it's almost as if I were walking beside you, seeing the barber through his windows. It's so enchanting :)