A HAIRDRESSERS NIGHTMARE!

"Who's next please?" I said turning to the array of O.A.P's waiting
for their Saturday morning trim.

"Me please," said a man walking up to the chair to sit down.

Putting the apron on him I proceeded to chew the man's ear off with my
well-rehearsed hair chat. Whilst I was cutting, my eyes suddenly
focused on his apron. Something was going on under there, and I didn't
need two guesses as to what. Both hands were nowhere to be seen.
Feeling disgusted by the whole scenario I grabbed a hairbrush and hit
him on the head telling him to get out.

He fell to the floor, and before I knew it an ambulance was
outside.

Looking down at the poor man on the floor I saw that he was holding a
pair of glasses in his right hand only to find out later on that he was
cleaning them with his apron!!!!!!!!! ooooppss.