Saturday afternoon at the barber’s. On entering, I am surprised to find the place empty.
Barber: Take a seat, sir.
Me: Already! Thank you.
(I sit in the chair.)
Me: I usually have to wait, you see. Sometimes I’ve sat through three other haircuts before it’s my turn. And that was first thing on a Saturday morning.
Barber: It’s because there’s a match on. Everyone comes here in the morning, before they go shopping or go to the football. It’s Saturday afternoons that are less busy.
Me: Ah. Just as well I don’t like football.
(The haircut begins. An awkward pause.)
Barber: So… Did you see the match last week?
