Do you sell most of your wigs over Halloween?
At Fifth Avenue, yes. But in Chelsea, it’s year-round.
Have you seen many catfights?
One time we had three customers fighting over a Jessica Simpson wig.
You must get some shady late-night stragglers.
Once a lady barged in with this little blue tiara on her head and this pencil that she used as a wand, hollering, “Hey! It’s my birthday!” By the time I got back from my break, she’d given everyone in the store nicknames.
What was wrong with her?
There are a couple of bars nearby. Drunk, maybe. In situations like this, you have to be professional—but sometimes it’s so hard.