A Fine Leather Slide

I scrambled out of that towel pile and strolled right over to the barber's grand styling chair, towering like an upholstered throne! A gentleman of leisure naturally expects the highest perch in the house. I caught the stitched leather piping on the armrest, hoisted my wooden knees up, and spotted a flat tortoiseshell comb lying slick across the wide black vinyl. Naturally, I couldn't resist a high-stepping strut! I planted both wooden boots squarely on the fine teeth of that comb, leaned my weight back, and went skating down the sloping leather curve. *Whoosh!* The smooth horn slid like grease, launching me neat into the soft fold of the chair back, laughing my head off while the comb spun like a merry coin!