Inasmuch as I cannot do my own nails, I’d gone to my favorite beauty salon for my regular manicure and pedicure. This is a shop owned and operated by a Vietnamese couple, and they hire Vietnamese beauticians. This day I was sitting in my scooter while the young lady was trimming my nails, and immediately to my left another young beautician was doing the nails of an older woman. After a few minutes it dawned on me that the older woman was talking a blue streak -- in what seemed to be Russian. Now I know a grand total of two words in Russian, da and nyet (yes and no). And I heard those two words a number of times. I wondered, “Does this Vietnamese young lady understand Russian?” She was busy with her work, and did not appear to be responding to this flood of verbiage. On the other hand, the customer’s hands were being occupied by the work at hand (pun intended), so she was not holding a cell phone.
Well, it became apparent what was happening when the beautician got up and walked to the back of the shop to get something. The customer kept right on jabbering, so I came to the conclusion that she had to be wearing one of those hands free cell phones, though I couldn’t see it. Turns out I was right when the customer finished, got up and turned around. I could then see the equipment she was wearing. But it sure seemed strange to me at the beginning.
An old man goes to the Wizard to ask him if he can remove a curse he
has been living with for the last 40 years.
The Wizard says, 'Maybe, but you will have to tell me the exact words
that were used to put the curse on you.'
The old man says without hesitation, 'I now pronounce you man and