I got a haircut at a venerable barber shop that's been on Broadway, Revere since before I was born. I went in, got a cut, paid, and was walking out.
Just then, the old man who's name is on the awning yelled something to me. I was already out the door, so I couldn't quite make it out. It was either:
"Vote for the right guy!"
or
"Vote for the white guy!"
I'm working hard to believe it was the former, but I'm kind of thinking it was the latter. Either way, I need a new barber.
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