A Lady Went to a Salon to Get Her Hair Done …Wait Till the End
A woman walked into a salon one afternoon, ready for a fresh hairstyle and a bit of pampering. As the stylist worked carefully on her hair, the woman glanced around the room, half-bored, half-relaxed.
That was when she noticed him.
A handsome man sat quietly in the waiting area, scrolling on his phone, minding his own business. Every now and then, she caught herself looking his way. Finally, curiosity got the better of her.
She turned toward him and smiled.
“Excuse me,” she said, “you’re very handsome. Would you like to meet later today?”
The man looked up, surprised but polite.
“I’m married,” he replied calmly.
The woman laughed softly, unfazed.
“And so?” she said. “You can just tell your wife you’re visiting a friend in the hospital, and from there…”
The man paused for a moment, then answered without raising his voice.
“Tell her yourself,” he said. “She’s the one doing your hair.”
Sometimes, the best punchlines are sitting right behind you, scissors in hand.
