Linguistic assumption

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.