Tie o’ the Day #2, by 14TH & UNION, should give you a bigly hint about what I need to get taken care of ASAP: My hairs need some cuttin’! Note the rat-tail comb in my shirt pocket. The comb is remarkable because I haven’t combed my hair in probably 3 years. My “stylist,” Miss Sandy, cuts my hairs to my precise orders. And part of any cut I request is that my ‘do has to need no combing whatsoever.
I can remember in the 70’s it was a common practice among us school-going kids–male and female alike–to wear your comb in the back pocket of your jeans. The rat-tail combs sticking out of those pockets might as well have been ice picks. That kind of long, sharp comb-handle caused many an accidental hand-stabbing, especially when somebody would try to reach their arm around their honey’s waist.
Geez, I remember stupid things.