Neighbor Emory and I went together to Frank's Barber Shop in town. I like punny names for hair salons---e.g., Hairport; A Cut Above---and for other kinds of stores, but when it comes to my own hair, I want an old-fashionedly named and run barber shop for men. Anyway, while Emory was sitting in his barber chair, a guy walked into the shop.
"Hey, don't I know you?" Emory asked the guy.
"I don't know," the man replied. "My name's Warren Kost. What's yours?"
"Emory Wheeler," Emory answered.
"Doesn't ring a bell," the guy said.
"Maybe we went to different schools together," Emory added.
And so it went. That's the last time I'm taking Emory to town.
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