I met the Mayor of my town last night. I had finally cleared away enough time to get my hair cut and moseyed on over across the street to my local barber shop. Upon walking into the one-chair shop, I saw that the Mayor himself was in the chair getting a trim. I was impressed, not only because the Mayor was hanging out just like any other regular Joe at the barber shop, but also because His Honor seemed to have lost a considerable amount of weight from how he looked in his campaign photo.
I took my seat and waited my turn. While I was waiting, I talked with the other folks there about the state of the local economy, the weather and other fairly mundane things. Another customer entered and the conversation among the group lulled. A little uncomfortable with the silence, I looked at the newcomer and said "What do you think about the Mayor?". I had thought that my tone indicated that I was asking the guy what he thought about having the Mayor in the barber shop. However, the customer thought I was asking for his opinion on the Mayor and went into an expletive-laden rant about the Mayor.
The barber silenced his clippers for a moment and asked the customer if he knew what the Mayor looked like. The customer seemed a little incredulous and indicated that he did. The barber shook his head while the Mayor just smirked. A few moments later, the barber finished the haircut and the Mayor strolled out of the shop without saying a word to the customer. The moment the door closed, the rest of us erupted in laughter.
I felt like a Kennedy.