I leave the Burdock and walk by Clover County Custom Clips, sort of a sophisticated name for the town Barbershop. In our younger years, we’d call it the Bowl-Cut Barbershop. But to be truthful, the Barber was pretty good at his trade. Though the barber consistenly being the District Shearing Champion consistently, and his wife running a petgrooming service at home, did leave was a bit wary.
The Barber is outside sitting on the bench, watching the street. I ask him how’s it going.
The Barber replies, "I’m waiting for this months periodicals to come in. Also, this month’s comics are due out. The student’s like to come in after school and read them while they’re waiting for their turn."
"Might try up to the Burdock, Booth E-5," the Barber nods when he catches on, I continue, "Yeah, I’m sort of on a scavenger hunt, to track down Weenerman."
"HM?" the Barber asks with interest, "He was in this morning, had to give the Missus a call for some grooming tips, He told me he wanted to look good, he had an appointment over to the Haulers, Peddlers, and Cobblers Bank."