The Ladyboy Barber of Jakarta

Dear Hubby was looking for a barber in Jakarta and a fellow expat told him of a lane near his hotel where he could get his hair cut. So after work one day, Dear Hubby went off by himself to explore.

The first shop he peeked into seemed rather dirty and shabby and the clientele a tad too rough, so he un-peeked himself and went on walking. He came upon another shop, took a look inside and decided it was okay. So he went in, parked himself into a chair and told the owner he wanted a hair cut. The owner nodded vigorously and asked him to wait, saying he would get the barber to attend to him.

Surprise!!! The barber turned out to be a ladyboy! Or as Dear Hubby put it "...not a very good one." Dear Hubby decided no harm could come to him anyway and proceeded to explain what he wanted - his usual buzz all over and to please NOT touch the tail of hair at his nape that I am so fond of. "Okay, okay," the barber nodded.

Bzzz! went the clippers and thennnnnnn it started. Barber starts to make convie, "Are you here alone in Jakarta?" Alarm bells went off for Dear Hubby but he maintained his "outer vogue" to answer, "Yes, I'm here alone." Big smile from barber, "You want lady?" "No, no... I don't want lady." Silence for a few minutes as the barber concentrates on his (her???) clippers.

Then, came the RM1 million question: "I'm lady... but not really lady... you like?"

I was rolling with laughter by the time Dear Hubby reached this point in his story. He said he quickly said no, he's not into ladies who are not ladies and hurriedly paid up and fled. I asked between giggles, "Will you ever go back?" He rolled his eyes. "Why not? He did a GREAT job with your hair, baby!" It is true the barber did a great job with the hair. Maybe next time I'll come along with Dear Hubby to protect him from such improper conversation.