Toupee Touché

George  

George, being very sensitive about his baldness, wears a very expensive toupee. Gladys has always been the resourceful wife and cuts George’s remaining hair—after removing the pricey rug from his head, of course.  

They live in a split entry house, and Gladys rarely answers the front door—she just yells, “Come in!” Otherwise, she would spend half her life running up and down the stairs.

She is cutting George’s hair in the kitchen when the doorbell rings. Without thinking, she yells, “Come in!” George jumps in his seat as if he’s ready to run and hide, “What are you doing?” he screams.

George’s brother and wife run up the stairs in a panic. They have just purchased a battery for their motorcycle and the acid has leaked onto his truck seat and her slacks. “Don’t worry,” Gladys assures George. “It’s just your brother. He’s seen you many times without your hair.”

Gladys immediately tends to her brother-in-law and his wife by giving them baking soda and rags and they run off in a hurry to neutralize the acid. As soon as they are out of earshot, George, whose blood pressure must be near cardiac arrest judging from the color of his face, yells, “For hell sakes! Will you get me some clothes?”