Going to a Barbershop

After work last Friday, I went to the barbershop in my neighborhood. There are usually two barbers there, but one of them had already gone home. The barber who was still there showed me a chair. He shaved me, cut my hair, and gave me a shampoo. Actually, I prefer the other barber, not because he is a better barber but because he is a better talker. This barber didn’t talk much, and I fell asleep while he was cutting my hair. Then I started to wonder what the women in my family thought. My wife said that she preferred talkative hairdressers. My daughter felt the same way. Only my granddaughter said that she preferred quiet hairdressers. Why? Because she likes to fall asleep when she’s there.