Léon Schneider, the patient, amiable No. 2 barber at the shop in Paris' suburban Rue Chevreuse, was a man slow to anger. The first time he found his luncheon rice spiced with crushed electric-light bulbs, he put it down to accident. The following week his good wife Madeleine once again garnished the rice in his lunch box with glass, and added a few carpet tacks. Léon began to wonder, and asked his boss about it. "I don't meddle in other people's affairs," said the boss.
Léon took the problem to Madeleine. Her explanation was quite simple: after 16 years of...
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