A young playboy, stopping at an unfamiliar barber shop for a shave, took a fancy to the manicurist and suggested dinner and a show that evening.
The girl demurred, "I don't think I ought to. I'm married."
"Why don't you ask your husband?" the playboy suggested. "I'm sure he wouldn't object."
"You can ask him yourself," the girl shrugged. "He's shaving you."