I walked into a shop I had been wanting to visit for a while. There was a man in his seventies behind the counter who asked me what I was looking for. I told him coins (which I was looking for) and for the hell of it I asked for straight razors.

He said he collected straight razors. At that point I was excited, I had not found anyone who had or knew of straight razors in this small town. He continued and said he had none for sale. I pointed out a rusty straight razor in the case but he did not respond. I don't know if he was ignoring me or didn't hear me (due to his age). After a while of non-communication, I decided to browse the coins then head out.

It was strange. I wasn't even wearing the equivalent to a track suit, at least I don't think so. I am going to go back later and ask again maybe strike up a conversation and approach it from an different angle, and see what I can learn. At the very least, he might have some good stories.