Lucky Men...........

During my daily ritual of driving home in the afternoon jam, recently a persistent lady called my number mistaking me for her hairdresser. She jumped straight into expressing her profuse gratitude for the last hairdo and sought an urgent appointment for the next one. Before I could protest the wrong number, she had jumped head-on into a tirade about how her sister and their friends are equally happy with the hairdresser’s services! My protestations that I was not her hairdresser fell on deaf ears and were mistaken for a lack of an opening in “my” diary. I apologised for not being her famed hairdresser and ended the call, but the lady was not giving up so easily. Half a minute later she had called. This time the speech was more coy and peppered with pleads of “woiees”. This time I am stern and dismiss her for wasting my time. It could be a prank and you cannot be too careful with all these gotcha pranks going on in our radio stations. She never calls back. As I ponder about the plight of the poor girl’s hair, my thoughts quickly turns to the lucky hairdresser who gives so much pleasure and satisfaction to his clients. Having ended up with a bland career, I rue my lack of legal mandate to make more than one woman happy. When I get over the envious realisation how fortunate male hairdressers are, I quickly search for any other lot of brothers allowed to pleasure more than their wives! Masseuse, gynaecologists and male strippers come to mind. How lucky. Talk about eating from the good work of one’s hands!