02-23-14 HEY CABBY! What's a man to do? Mom died last year and my daughters have been driving me nuts telling me I should sell the house and go to Assisted Living. I maybe eighty three and OLD, but that doesn't mean I need assistances with anything. Well, maybe one thing. Man is this embarrassing! Ma, my wife of fifty years cut my hair. When I say cut my hair I mean, everywhere. I've been a vary hairy guy since I was young, and she liked doing this for me. It's been almost a year since she died and nobody should be this hairy. Sure you say, what's a barber for? You don't even need to ask, because I did! All I heard him say was; You need what, where? Forget it. I don't get paid enough. I've got plenty of business without listening to this. GET OUT! Well he's not going to cut my hair again. I can tell you that! So here I am in this cab talking to you. Maybe, you can help me? I've got Mom's clippers right here in this shoe box. All I need is some assistance. Preferably a lady. I don't need no man looking between my legs. That would be embarrassing. Unless of course he was a barber. And I guess those guys are ethically challenged. You got any idea's? A massage parlor? Isn't that something like a Brothel? I mean you think they might? Well lets go. It's downtown? And it's how much? Would you take a check? Will you wait while I ask, and then take me back to my bank? Great! I appreciate this. You're a good buddy. You think this is the place? It does say: MATILDAS MASSAGE PARLOR. Wait right here, I'll be right back. Well I'm back. No, they say they don't do anything that personal. Their Liability Insurance will not cover something like that. The lady gave me a number of a past employee that called her yesterday. Needs a job. Broke up with her boyfriend and is at a Women's Shelter. She's got a child and needs someone to help her out. I need to start living again! Yah! This might just work! Thank you my friend. |