Written by Bearable_1
20 Nov 2012
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A few years ago, when I lived in a private hotel in Pretoria, I picked up lice – the type that only uses the hairy pubic area as a host.
I thought that they would disappear if I showered several times each day, but in the end I had to admit defeat.
The itch became unbearable and embarrassing; I had to scratch even when I was in company.
Being German, I was glad that I knew a chemist who was also German, so I went to his shop to ask him for advice.
When I entered, an incredibly gorgeous female assistant was serving another customer, so I waited my turn.
When she finished dealing with the customer she came over to me and asked if she could help.
I didn’t want to explain my embarrassing predicament to her, so I asked to speak rather to the owner.
She went to the back of the shop and came back with the chemist.
I explained everything to him in German so that the girl wouldn’t understand.
He suggested some ointment, which he assured me, would clean up the problem.
I said that I’ like to buy a tin of it.
The chemist turned around to fetch the cream, when the girl said. in perfect German:
“ It’s ok, Dad, I know where it is, I’ll get it”!
Needless to say I paid as quick as I could and bailed from the shop with a blood-red face.