Pensee at the Salon If the Venus of Willendorf Is Packin’

                   
I went to a “Drop In’s Welcome” salon in Reno
and the gal doing hair had some kind of figure.
She was built like a goddess, the Venus of Willendorf. 
Go to Wiki.  You’ll get the picture.
This Silver State earth mother had some kind of attitude,
told all of us sitting there getting our hair done
about going to the Bank of America the other day
with a handgun in the pocket of her jacket. 
“I f’n’ forgot!” she yelled over the blow dryer. 
 She named the caliber, cocked her finger at the mirror, 
and said, “Smaller than a squirt gun!” 
When I went to pay,  I said, “Pardon me for asking
but why a conceal ‘n carry?”  She squinted at me,
 “There's a lotta crazies out there and I know who they are.”
 I squinted back and said, “So do I.” And she said,
 “Maybe you should be packin’.”


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