Tequiza Makes Me Tequeasy
Ollie the Barber sits on a barber’s chair and looks out his storefront window. Beside him is his assistant (and sole employee), a one-armed, one-eyed, 300-pound midget named Slim. They have been without customers all day. The two barbers sulk as they watch the long lines of customers waiting for each of the three side-by-side barbershops across the street.
Slim: Hey, boss, you mind if I head out early today since we ain’t got no bizness again?
Ollie: Why do you think no one comes here, Slim?
Slim: I don’t think they trust ya’s.
Ollie: Why wouldn’t they trust me? I’m Ollie Barber!
Slim: Ever hear of Ali Baba?
Slim: Never mind then.
Slim walks out the door.
Ollie: Fuckin’ midget.