Hey Mr. Backward Hat...

... Mr. Backward Hat comes a toolin' into the Main Entrance Gate, (which was almost fully closed, allowing for deliveries only), past the "Sorry Closed" sign, past the "Private Driveway" sign, and stops quick, in front of the garage door. "Hey Buddy, when the heck are ya open", he shouts... Now, the worst way to get information from Sheriff Bill is to start by breaking all the rules. (and the main rule: the squeaky wheel NEVER gets the grease here in Dry Gulch) Mr. Backward Hat was quickly shown the way out!