I mean, we’ve all heard most of Windy Wilson’s
stories, and the radio and the television stations are in a much
bigger town.
But once in a while, we have Willoughby. I think Dud passed him on
the highway before he got here and phoned Doc down at the Mule Barn
coffee shop. The entertainment alarm went off more loudly than the
tornado siren, and in five minutes flat, we were down at the grocery
store, waiting on the latest sales spiel Willoughby might bring.
Our favorite so far was the artificial seafood with a shelf life
longer than written memory, but we were counting on Willoughby to
come up with something new and terrific. He didn’t disappoint.
When he grinned and waved and leaped out of his car, we gasped. Blue
hair. Now Willoughby normally had brown hair mixed with gray, a
natural look for a middle-aged man. But blue hair?
We got inside the grocery store quicker than Willoughby. Annette
looked up from the cash register at today’s audience and smiled.
“Willoughby?” Of course, we said.
Then here he came, necktie and all, with his sample case.
“Annette,” he said, “you know we need to keep up with the times, and
that’s why I brought you this new age-reversal product called Fall
Back. Yes, ma’am, in this kit is the answer to sweeping away the
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“Inside this modestly-priced kit
are hair colors that will mark you as being hip … you know … with
it? Blue, green, purple, all the good colors. And then we have this
…”
And he pulled out something that
looked like tweezers on steroids.
“Annette,” said Willoughby, “your customers can bypass all that
costly care by doing things for themselves. Yes, this is the
combination tattoo needle and piercing clamp. All in one..”
“Willoughby,” Annette said, “how many times did you have blue hair
when you were in school?”
“Well …”
“And trot out your tattoos and piercings for us, too,” said Doc.
Willoughby looked like someone just stepped on his pet frog.
“I can give you a really good price on this kit, anyway.”
Doc nodded and whispered. “I’m sure he can.”
[Text from file received from
Slim Randles]
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