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.