WARNING: If you're looking for a thought provoking post on finance, you might want to come back another day - this post may be unsuitable for workplace reading.
still here? ok...
While I was in NYC to see Phish, I got my haircut for the first time in almost 6 weeks. The New Hampshire woodsman look was perfect for blending in with the Phish crowd, but my beard was starting to look like curly pubes, and I had an unruly mop on the top of my head. I made an appointment to see my trusty old Italian barber, who I'll call Dino to protect his anonymity.
After exchanging pleasantries, Dino immediately got into a rant on Tiger Woods, and more importantly, one of Tiger's alleged concubines, Rachel Uchitel. Dino's inimitable Italian accent made the story world class:
"Heya man - let me-ah tell-ah you something my friend. Dis guy I know - his-ah friend, he-ah meet dis girl in the Hamptons this summer. He-ah at-ah a party, and he-ah meet her on a Monday night. He-ah call me on-ah Tuesday morning and he-ah say "Dino - that-ah girl, I-ah banged her in the ass-ah last night-ah"
Boom. Great stuff. If it comes from an Italian barber in NYC, we all know that's about as reliable a source that exists in the world of information. So there you have it. Rachel Uchitel gives up the butt on the first night.