As a young lad I enjoyed the old time Barber Shop. Clubman and Osage Rub were used regularly and they were wonderful. One day I noticed a bottle of Veg and asked the old Barber about it. He said it was a brew used for special occasions, and it either liked you or totally dis-liked you. I requested it and was positive that with my boyish charm I would be accepted. To my horror I was utterly rejected. Many years passed and as a young man in the Military I tried the Veg again and alas was rejected for a second time. 30 years passed and as a middle aged man I made a 3rd attempt. The rejection was harsh and brutal. I promised myself I would accept defeat. 20 more years passed and in the twilight of my years, on this very night, with a small Veg sample I shaved and decided to try for acceptance for the last time. I felt the Veg may finally show some sympathy. The veg was merciless. There will be no more attempts. I accept defeat and definitely state, "I am not one of the chosen."[
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