A “curing iron” would sure come in handy some days.
Bad hair?
Zap!
Zits?
Batchung!
Gas?
Kapow!
War? Famine? Disease?
Boff! Whack! Ka-blam!
Too many ’60s “Batman” reruns?
Bloof!
More likely, the people at this garage sale were peddling a plain old curling iron.
I was surprised by the number of “curing irons” I found online, though. (The one below is just an example.) You’d have thought someone was having a patent medicine convention.
I know I’ll be on the lookout. One of these days, all those l’s are going to break loose.
Klonk!
