Bald Inu standing behind a shop counter of boxed toupees, with wigged mannequin heads on the shelves

Night custodian of the unclaimed hair department

BaldInu

He locks up every wig nightly and leaves each sample exactly untouched.

Certified Untouched Stock

One premium toupee remains on display; Bald Inu has inspected it for years without trying it.

A Note Upstairs

Management hired Bald Inu because loose hair never distracts him. At closing, he counts twelve toupees, straightens the tiny combs, and sweeps one suspicious curl into the evidence jar. Customers keep recommending a fitting. He records each suggestion in the appointment book, under declines. By midnight, every mannequin is covered, every mirror is polished, and his own head remains decisively available for another perfectly uneventful night at the downtown shop.

Bald Inu

Bald Inu

Night shift over. Forehead still open for business.