On Receiving Pghone Calls from Bygone Eras

Let's see if I can use pictures with the rest of the
cast of Friends this week.

A guy came into the store today with a Flock of Seagulls haircut. It looks a little weird on someone with a receding hairline, but he still rocked it hard as possible, considering the three intervening decades.

However as he endeavored to leave, I felt the need to inform him that I had received a phone call intended for him. It was the eighties.

Contrary to what you might think, they were not–truthfully–calling because they wanted their hair back.

More to the point, they wanted this man to keep rocking their haircut, as they felt it would better serve their goal of desperately clinging to relevance.

The odd little man listened to all this and gave a knowing smile, before turning around twice and then moonwalking out the door.