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!"
"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.