by John Szamosi
I go to Linda’s beauty parlor appearance enhancement business once a month to get my hair done. I ain’t no beauty, and Linda’s parlor is in her garage. (To my and everybody’s knowledge, Linda runs her enterprise and drives her car and lives her entire life without licenses, permits or other governmental approval.) We often get interrupted ‘cause Linda’s also selling home-made shampoos, powerful potions and oriental spice mixes from the very garage she cuts hair. The customers bang the door five times, that’s the signal they’re coming on a purely commercial quest to purchase one of her fine products. Day in and day out, Linda and her clients flip the finger to bossy agencies, all unwanted, unneeded.
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John Szamosi is a wordsmith and peace activist who’s been publishing short stories, satires and poems since his freshman year in college.