As my Great Aunt Flossy used to say, “You can poke around my orifices, but don’t be touching my hair.” Her beehive was a marvel to behold, Pumpkins. It’s a bloody good thing she isn’t here to see how a lady’s do is dissed at airport security check points.
Recently, a poor dear with a fabulous afro curl coif was asked to step aside so her locks could be prodded. Honestly, is there no privacy anymore? We are moving from pure inconvenience – with a soupcon of naughty – to barefaced abuse. Flossy wouldn’t spread her tresses for nobody.
And speaking of magnificent manes, we find Manny in somewhat of a tight corner this morning. (Not that I wouldn’t mind tightening some of his corners myself … considering the sticky situation he finds himself in).
Indeed, TCook in the U.K. is in a spot - what with that lower than expected profit situation. And the man says this market is irrational! At least we know when we’re not making any money. Eh.
