Charles "Charlie" Brown
"Thank you mister Brown." the boy said politely as he stepped out of the barber's chair. "Mom, don't I look great?" the boy was going through a series of poses for his mother.
"You're handsome, sweetie." she replied. She turned to the barber who happened to be the owner of the shop, and It's lone employee. "How much do I owe you?"
"That'll be five dollars, ma'am." the man said.
"Good grief!" the woman exclaimed. "Aren't they getting more expensive all the time?"
"You're telling me." Charlie Brown replied. "When I was a kid, they were thirty-five cents. Of course, I always got them for free. My father owned this shop before I."
"Did you always know you were going to be a barber?" the lady asked, pulling a bill out of her purse.
"No." Charlie Brown answered quickly. "I worked in the shop during the summer and winter breaks through high school, but I didn't think it would become my career. I wanted to be a professional ball player."
"What happened? Were you not good enough?" the woman asked.
"I started playing in college, but I had to come back home when my father became ill." Charlie Brown said remorsefully. "My sense of responsibility beat my hopes and aspirations."
"Oh," the woman became quiet out of respect. "Well if it's any consolation, you make a wonderful barber, and an even better son." with that, she and her son walked out of the shop, hand in hand.
The barber sat down at the front desk with a smirk on his face. "Happiness is small talk with a customer."