A woman wearing a tank-top sits down at a bar and
raises her hand to gain the bartender's attention, exposing a tuft of underarm hair that
had not seen a razor in months. The bartender, noticing the sickened look on his
customer's faces yet not wishing to insult the woman, tells her, "Ma'am, my name is
Charlie, and if you need a another drink, just say ‘Hey Charlie,’ to get my
attention.""Okay,"
says the woman.
A few minutes later, after
the woman emptied her glass, she raises her hand again to get Charlie's attention. Patrons
begin to leave the bar, disgusted at the sight of her armpit foliage, and Charlie is
losing patience with her. "Ma'am, I told you to call my name if you needed
anything," he tells the woman.
"Hey Charlie, put her
drink on my tab," a drunk at the other end of the bar says. "I just love the
ballet."
"Ballet?" Charlie asks.
"What in the world do you mean?" "Any woman who can lift her leg that high
has got to be a ballerina." the drunk replies.
