As they sat there, each being worked on by a different barber, not a word was spoken.
The barbers were both afraid to start a conversation, for fear it would turn to politics.
As the barbers finished their shaves, the one who had Tim in his chair reached for the aftershave.
Tim was quick to stop him jokingly saying, “No thanks, Julia will smell that and think I’ve been in a brothel.”
The second barber turned to Abbott and said, “How about you” Mr. Abbott?”
Abbott replied, “Go ahead, my wife doesn’t know what the inside of a brothel smells like