Never Trust An Irishman!

Harry was born in Northern Belfast, Ireland.  At age fifteen he began his apprenticeship in Barbering, at a local Barber Shop.  Some of his first duties were running errands, sweeping the floors, mopping and dusting, etc.

After a few months he slowly broke into the actual haircutting business.  And eventually became very good at it.  The story you're about to read is just one of many, that he's been a participant in and told to me, over the few years I've known and worked with him here in Canada.

It was his first year as an apprentice.  And it was just another day at the shop.  The owner and his boss, Steve, was giving a client a haircut.  Just before he was finished, he had accidentally created an "oops" (something you never want to hear from the person cutting your hair) at the back of his head.  He immediately told the client that it appears that he has a mild case of alopecia here. He called Harry over to take a look.  "See this?" he says directing the conversation now to Harry,  "This is called alopecia areata, (male pattern-baldness and knowing, without a doubt that neither the client nor Harry would have any clue what that technical term meant at the time), but no big deal.  "We have a product here in the shop, that will take care of that" he continued. 

From a shelf he removed a small bottle of hair tonic.  Told the client, if he used this twice a week for the next month, the bald spot would disappear by the time he returned for his next haircut.

The client pays for his haircut, as well as the bottle of tonic, and leaves the shop, very pleased with the professional service he received.

Sure enough, about a month later, he's back.  Very excited to report to Steve, how well the product he sold him, had worked.  The bald spot was gone!

Moral of the story.  Never trust an Irishman!!