Toupee, or Not Toupee

"Well," he said, managing not to blush, "we recently had a guy come in and buy a woman's wig. He went into our backroom, and when he came out he had changed into high heels, a dress, put on makeup and his new wig He breezed out and went walking up Canon Drive." "He was really very pretty," Mrs. Rike added.

That did it. Picking up my notes, I ran out of the place. On the street I bumped into a girl who looked like Elke Sommer. "Out of my way, buster," I snarled, giving her a shove. If it was Elke, I apologize. But on Canon Drive, thanks to some people who can't leave well enough alone, you obviously can't be too safe.

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