Today's OneWord: Striped

I found the barber shop with the typical striped pole which name I couldn't remember, and I found Mister Shambly sitting in the same corner, snipping the edges off of an old man's receding hairline. His stylist partner, a young woman with a cattledog puppy named Rascal, was sweeping off the long, red locks of the hippie-ish man who had just sauntered out the door.

"Usual?" asked Mister Shambly as I reached for a magazine.