The Architect and the Barber.

The lone broad road that determines nothing is pulling off a comb-over. The legitimacy of the changes are noted by fate. The architect and barber sit outside their business wondering about mean-time, and what it could mean for them, together, or separately.

Think back twenty minutes and I haven't started yet.

Think back thirty minutes and its too obvious I have.

The two were breathing the same air, brushing particles of hair off of themselves.

The architect envied the "hands on" nature of the barbers profession.

The barber wanted the architects jacket.

The two both smoked lucky strike cigarettes and began to talk about their wives.

The architect was exuberant.

The barber personable.

There was a moment where they both exclaimed the word "disappointed", simultaneously.

The architect wanted to build off it.

The barber wanted to change the subject.