I just friended my barbershop.

I heard about their Myspace while I was getting my hair cut today. The image floating on the side of this blog post, if all goes well, is the poster on the wall at the shop.

They were talking about getting a new USB cable for one of their iPods. Your people make those said the Mexican barber to the asian customer in the other chair. No way, said the customer. You guys make them. We design them. The barber chuckles.

Oh yeah?, says me, the middle aged white man. They stop talking and look over at me. My people buy them. We're the ones over at Frye's picking up a USB-powered blender.

The four of us cracked up hard. My barber had to cool it with the clippers for a bit.

You had to be there, I realize.