So today I got a new haircut. I went to this place called Antonios. Its just some random barber shop that had the cheapest prices (thank you superpages for your distance search) when I called last year. So I arrive and I sat up front, which used to be the waiting area, and two businessmen went ahead of me and I got stuck with the youngest and most inexperienced. But he managed to do a decent job |shrug| The best part of the haircut overhearing the Venezuelan stylist talking about the tomato plant growing outside. It completely made my day. Here is a woman who is innocently using the city’s green space and telling her monkeysuit patrons about it. I love this subtle and innocent hint that all that grows in the central business district need not be identical looking blooming flowers.