Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Wign' out

As purr ewesual, the belew is nothing more than some goofiness that I currently theorized. Any truth in the below is completely unintended and should be ignored much like the repeated calls you may or may not receive from the ilist cyber stalker of the week.

The mawl has been open for more years than one pizza joint can handle, but, throughout the years one business has persevered and still remains - not only in the same locale that it has always resided - and its chain link fence apparatus is still open for buisness during regular hours. What is the bastion of economic prosperity that flogs gear that has survived Reagan's Trickle Down Economics, the dot.com blow out and is, apparrently, one of the only joints that can rake in the dough consistenly without being a subsidiary of Halliburton?

Chic Wigs. Oh yeah. I have the stones to mention it.

Come on, admit it. Every time you went hair shoppin you've never seen a fellow wiggee (purchaser) in the store. All you ever see is a bunch of homeless hair and one wigger (seller/employee). There's never any advertising or specials. "Buy one weave and get the second at 1/2 price!" or "Special on Bee-Hives, color laced extensions and all colors of coif in a can - the world's premier aerosal hair product."

Ain't no body ever in that joint, but some how they manage to keep their chain link gate open on a daily basis. Ruby Tuesday coulnd't entice enuff butiness in with a fancy salad bar - i.e. it had separate spoons for each individual vat of dressing - but floggin' hair up near the front is a cash cow. Maybe all those people that use to frequent the ATM that was within wig distance would be counting their cash and think, "hey, I've got an extra twenty, I need some some dreadlocks to where to that business meeting the morning."

Chic Wigs has seen the arcarde bite the dust. It's seen several stores go out as quickly as they move into to the revolving grunge store area where the grunge store formerly known as Gadzooks use grunge it up. How many different people hoarkin' jewelry have come and gone during Chic Wigs reign of financial prosperity? Lewis Michelson could have had a toupee for every day had his store only been as successfull.

Paducah is all about enrichen' uranium, towboats, BBQ, quiltin' and store bought hair. Next time you see a fewl that appears to glow, get off a boat after his 30 on, wrapped in quilt, with a pompador that still has a upc code on it, don't wig out, just remember Chic Wigs will always be there.

I'm just sayin.....

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