A confused man with dreadlocks stands beside a vibrant young woman at a hair pick store

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It was a typical Wednesday afternoon at the local hair pick store. Shelves were stacked high with an assortment of picks and brushes in every color and style imaginable. The owner, an eccentric old man named Joe, looked up from behind his counter as two new customers walked through the door.

The first customer, a 60-year-old black man, was dressed in plaid pants, a t-shirt, and had long dreadlocks that reached down to his waist. He looked confused and disoriented, like he'd just wandered into the store by mistake.

Joe greeted him warmly with a friendly smile. "Hey there! Welcome to Joe's Hair Picks!"

The old man nodded slowly, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. "Uh...hi."

Meanwhile, the second customer, a 26-year-old white woman with blonde hair and red streaks, sauntered into the store like she owned the place. Her long hair cascaded down her back as she flashed Joe a bright smile.

"Hey there, handsome!" she cooed, batting her eyelashes at him.

Joe's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly regained his composure. "Ah, welcome to my humble abode! What can I do for you today?"

The young woman leaned against the counter, crossing one leg over the other as she surveyed the shelves of hair picks. Her black silk lingerie and lacey pink bra peeked out from beneath her purple denim shorts, making Joe's eyes bug out.

"Oh wow, you have quite the selection," she said, running a long red-painted nail along the edge of a shelf.

The old man wandered over to them, eyeing the young woman with suspicion. "Can I help you find something?" he asked gruffly.

She turned to face him, her blue eyes sparkling with amusement. "Actually, I'm looking for the most expensive hair pick in your store."

Joe raised an eyebrow, impressed by her boldness. "Ah, well...I have a few of those. This one," he said, plucking a glittering silver pick from the shelf, "is made of pure gold and costs an arm and a leg."

The young woman clapped her hands together excitedly. "Ooh, that's perfect! I'll take it!"

Joe rang up the sale as the old man watched in amazement. When the transaction was complete, the young woman flashed him another smile before sauntering out of the store.

As soon as she left, Joe turned to the old man and said, "Well...that was certainly a surprise."

The old man shook his head, chuckling. "I have no idea what just happened."

Joe grinned mischievously. "Don't worry, my friend. Welcome to Joe's Hair Picks – where anything can happen!"

As the old man left with his new hair pick, he couldn't help but feel a little more confused than when he arrived.

"Bye bye!" Joe called after him. "Come back soon...and maybe bring your granddaughter next time!"

The old man looked puzzled before disappearing into the bright sunlight outside.