“When did this barber shop get here? Anyway, we’re here.”
Cool, mama. I’m tired of falling into the tv set and losing a couple of hours each time. That, heh, thing *needed* to be fixed.”
“Well, we’ll see if, let’s see, what was his name again?”
“Sam Hooker?” responded Preston Weston, good on names if bad on grades.
“Hooker, yes,” responded Your Mama, proud to have a son for the moment.
“And Alvin Straight, the other one. The Straight Guy.”
“Very good. Such a good memory.” They were at the front door.
“Should have bought a Zenith all along,” she muttered before opening it.