Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

So I'm sitting on Grant Street in Buffalo, at the corner of Breckenridge, waiting for the light to change, when I glance over towards the store on the left, and read the sign:

CLOTHING • FOOTWEAR • HUMAN HAIR

Human hair? I'm sure there's a joke here somewhere; I'm dreading not being able to come up with a punchline. It's like I'm stuck on the same page. Maybe I should get the whole crew to work on it, I'm sure they'd do a bang-up job. Then again, it hairdly seems worth it. I'll just mullet over myself for a while. If that doesn't work, I'll buzz my friend Bob, see if he can comb-over, and we'll weave through the possibilities together. Hopefully he won't wig out on me, or worse, brush me off!