Verbal blunder

Earlier this week, Clint went to get his hair cut (I have never cut a man's hair, and he is not about to let me practice on him.) While sitting in his chair, his lady barber became rather confused. She couldn't remember where she had put her comb. While Clint had been waiting, he had seen her put it in the cannister of sanitizing germicide. When the stylist started babbling about where her comb could have gone, Clint, ever the helpful man, suggested that she may have put her comb over in that cannister of spermicide.

It would not have been so bad if the stylist hadn't thought that was hilarious enough to repeat really loudly what he had said for every other stylist, client, and waiting client in the salon to have a good laugh over. It's a good thing my husband doesn't get embarrassed very easily. Who wouldn't want their hair combed with a comb basted in spermicide? Yum!