A guy went to a salon one day. He was badly in need of a haircut. His hair looked like an overgrown nest of a crow..twigs jutting out here and there. Actually a sparrow thought of laying eggs in his hair one sunny day, but he shooed it away just in time.
His dad and mom had grown weary by now reprimanding him again and again.
On top of that he wouldn't shave. "I wish you were a girl. At least then your hair would look legitimate on you." His mom taunted him that morning.
Somehow her words haunted him all day. So just to teach her a lesson, he went to this unisex salon situated near his house.
He had never been to a unisex salon before.
He had been only to the barbers. With smelly male armpits and grumpy elderly males being shaved with thick razor.
So he was delighted to see pretty, young things being waxed, manicured, pedicured in the same room as males.
It was a nice change.
He looked around the room. A girl insisted on cucumber facial, one another asked for orange one, while another one had gold facial being done on her face.
Gold? So costly! Why, did girls apply gold to their faces too?
Well, he didn't have that much money.
He had to wait for a while. Those girls took so much time. Guys had their facial done without fuss, armpit hair could be shaved with ease. They actually didn't notice much as they were watching females through their mirror.
Our guy's turn came.
"I want a sweet potato facial, eyebrows done into a nice curve, pedicure, manicure and a nice step cut."
Sweet potato was dirt cheap and he wanted to look pinker and sweeter than the best.
All eyes were suddenly on him. The girl laughed. She couldn't stop.
"Sorry, Sir, we don't do sweet potato facials."
"Why? If you could do cucumber, then sweet potato's possible, isn't it?"
The girl giggled some more.
"Okay. Just do the cucumber one then, quickly." He ordered her, embarrassed at the attention he seemed to be getting.
His face well shaven, the cream was massaged into his facial skin till he looked like a cool cucumber.
A cool customer indeed!
"Hmmm.." he remarked.
She proceeded to pedicure his smelly feet.
Eeeeks! Never took a bath in his life, she thought.
Somehow she scraped, cleaned his feet, wiped them with a clean towel. Then she began cutting his nails.
"Oh, my." she gasped at his overgrown nails.
Chip..chip..went the scissors behind his back as a male attendant chopped his hair into neat little steps.
Giggle..giggle..
He glanced at passing females laughing at him.
The girl then massaged his feet with soft cream.
Wow. So good. He loved it.
Then she proceeded to soak his hands in warm water.
Scrubbed them clean and wiping them, massaged some more cream to give him the softest pair of hands he ever had.
No wonder girls look so beautiful..he realized.
"I want some polish on my nails. Male polish," he told the girl finally.
"Sorry, Sir, we don't keep Male polish. It's only nail polish."
She laughed uncontrollably.
"But..but..I heard those girls asking for Male polish."
The whole salon was now in uproar.
The other attendants couldn't just concentrate on their customers.
They held their sides and some fell on the floor laughing.
Our guy could take it no more. He was being insulted.
He had always thought it was male polish girls applied on their nails. Otherwise why would they want to look so good, if not to impress males?
He rose up indignantly. He placed his money on the front desk and walked out of the salon, muttering obscenities to himself.
How was he to know if it was nail polish? He was not a girl for that matter.
He suddenly observed folk on the street throwing strange glances at him.
He looked into a shop window.
Oh no! He looked dreadful. He looked like a girl! His mustache was gone too!
He hadn't noticed it when it was being removed. He had been busy eying those girls.
He quickly hailed an auto and covered his head in his hood. He ran back into his home, shuddered when he saw himself again in the bathroom mirror.
Someone banged on the door. His mom.
Finally he opened. More laughter.
He felt miserable.
He wished he hadn't decided to teach his mom that lesson.
It had somehow rebounded on him.
He decided he would NEVER visit a salon again!
