A middle-aged man in the hairdressing shop is staring at a long-haired, long-legged, miniskirt manicurist doing nothing but boring at the counter next to her for half an hour. At last, it’s his turn to sit in his chair, but he can’t stand it, turns to the girl.
“Listen, my love, wouldn’t you like to come and have a dinner with me? Let’s do something good, and then we’ll go and get some fun, dance, talk a little bit, who knows what amusements the evening could bring to us.”
“No, it’s impossible, I am married.”
“Then tell him you’re going with your girlfriend to the cinema.”
“Tell him yourself. He’s just going to start shaving you.”