Haircut.
Afterward, my dad got me and Grandma Barb a milkshake.
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When I was your age, I'd sometimes go with my Grampa in his big maroon Buick to get a haircut. When the barbers called us, we'd step to the chairs together. When he got a shave, I got a shave; when he'd get a shoeshine, I'd get one too. Those shine guys would slap that rag against those shoes like nuthin you've ever seen. They had arms flying all over. I thought about becoming a shoeshine guy and learning about how to do that, but nah, I was going to work on a garbage truck and ride those running boards.
-Uncle Kip
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