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You will pardon Sal's absence for the last few days. And the "Gone Fishin'" sign is now out of the shop's window. Come on in for a trim, Taz. Sal's got a little something behind the sink to drown our sorrows.
Let Sal explain. Sal is old school. He likes a straight razor and a strap. When the Colonels lose unexpectedly, the Missus, well, she over-reacts a bit. Sal doesn't let anybody run his life, but for the Missus he makes an exception. She says, "Sal, go fishin'. Stay outta that shop for a few days." Sal hears, "Stay away from the razor blades." What is Sal gonna do? Ok, Sal thinks. A day or two. He's been in this marriage longer than he's been in the shop.
Tomas, you get down here and let Sal go to work on that dome of yours!
Mr. Orcin, you stay away for another week. Give Sal time to recover. You better not be listening to your press. A god? Sheesh. You do good work. Sal does good work. But neither of us is gods.
Sal has to admit that would a been quite a Series if Sal coulda brung himself to watch it. You'd think those Houstons had kissed the leprechaun. Tomas, you know something about that? Oh, no. Sal has something to confess. Those Houstons stopped by the shop the last time they were in town. A couple of em anyway. Sal musta mistakenly blessed em. Oh, boy.
You come back, Mr. Orcin. Sal owes you a free shave.
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