A man shows up at a barber shop an after after closing. One time this guy showed up an hour after closing. I had just finished clearing out the register and I was getting ready to leave. I had taken a moment to arrange the combs by order of size. I'm just weird about little things such as that. I heard a gentle tapping at the door. I glanced up. I saw this distraught man with this long golden blonde hair staring back at me. I approached the door cautiously. I kindly let the man know the barber shop had closed. He pleaded with me. ""Please my wife just left me. I have been unemployed for quite some time. I have a job interview in the morning and I must look presentable."" I took a closer look at his hair. It appears poorly maintained, matted and greasy. I nodded. ""No that hair will not do!"" I smiled and let the man inside. He would not stop thanking me. I assured him it was not a problem. I showed him to the chair and I placed a gown over him. I was feeling so bad for the poor man. I asked if he would kindly excuse me for a moment while I call my children and let them know I would be late for dinner. ""Of course!"" I thanked him and assured him that it will only take a few minutes. He nodded with a smile. As I walked out the back door I let out a sigh of relief and retrieved my phone. I looked at the time. That was incredibly close I thought. What could possibly have taken them so long? I heard the sirens. With tremendous haste in my gait and bag en tow I walked to my car. That poor, poor man.   ^^^^^stolen from /u/michelle_est_triste