Men. Why do they it. Men… You men, why do you do it? She started the monologue immediately she came to clean my head after the haircut. Most of the time, I ask my barber to complete the job. Today, the saloon was very busy. The barber asked me to allow one of the ladies to work on me, as he works on another customer. I accepted. A lady, who appeared in her mid-30s came and started off adjusting my seat. She extended her arm to my chest, as if to open the first button on my shirt, to which…