Christopher Morley writes of a man relaxed in a barber’s chair, his face lathered, enjoying the attentions. Suddenly, a boy comes to the door of the barber shop shouting, “Mr. Schultz! Mr. Schultz! Your house is on fire!”
The customer jumps up from the chair, tears the apron off and runs down the street, lathered face and all. He goes a full block before he stops and says, “What am the deuce am I doing? My name isn’t Schultz!”
The customer jumps up from the chair, tears the apron off and runs down the street, lathered face and all. He goes a full block before he stops and says, “What am the deuce am I doing? My name isn’t Schultz!”
Morley says it reminds him of how often he’s spent time and energy running to someone else’s fires.
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