BS Uncut Bundle

Barber Shop Uncut bundle. Stories and Jokes that barber Shawn Henstridge’s clients have shared over the past few years.

From book 1

Rob has spent most of his career flying helicopters for the military. While cutting his hair recently, he was telling me he had just gotten back from a five month tour in Afghanistan. He said the whole trip went without a hitch… not even a scratch!
He was back home for only a day or so when he noticed a couple of windblown poplars in his back
yard. He went to check it out and apparently one of the trees that blew over, was leaning against another. He gently gave it a nudge to push it over and a piece of dry branch broke loose from above, came flying down, striking him, dead center on the noodle.
Seventeen stitches later, the doctor had him put back together and said he’d be fine.
Can our very own backyards be a more dangerous place than the war in the middle east. Probably not.
But in Rob’s case… yes

From More BS UnCut:

This book is a compilation of Personal Stories, as well as Stories and Jokes that my clients have shared with me over the past few years, while cutting their hair.
Some will make you laugh, some, but not many, will make you cry. Others will make you wonder why this guy…… “doesn’t get a life.” But that’s okay. It’s partly why I still enjoy my day job.

It was a Friday evening about 5pm. A gentleman popped in for a haircut before going to the game that night. I was getting ready to leave for the day and Roy (the shop owner at the time) motioned him to have a seat in his chair. As he was seated, he asked if he could have the word “Oilers”
printed in the back of his head.
“No problem,” said Roy.
With that, I thought I’d hang around for a few more minutes, to see how this thing turned out.
From a distance, and standing somewhat to Roy’s right, I observed him doing an excellent job. About twenty minutes later the word was completed and perfectly spaced between the man’s ears at the back of his head.
Pleased with the finished product, Roy removed the cape, checked him in at the cash register, thanked him and said goodbye.
As the man turned his back to us and proceeded to leave the shop, I saw it first. I immediately said, “Roy, is that the new way to spell “Oilers?” He had spelled it “Oiles.” He had forgotten the ‘r.’ Except for that, it was a masterpiece.

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