Hair Raising By Susan Everett As a young lieutenant's wife in the 1970s, I quickly learned that being "in the Army" was a whole-family experience. Many of the officers' wives served as volunteers on post, particularly the hospital. During one checkup, when I was pregnant with my second child, the handsome doctor had difficulty pushing the sliding shelf at the end of the examining table back into the table. The two volunteers, both officers' wives, tried to help, but the doctor finally had to get down on his knees and keep the shelf level while pushing to remedy this problem. In the meantime, I suddenly felt something similar to a Brillo pad, brush my foot, which was on the stirrup. It quickly became apparent that this was no pot scrubber I felt on my foot, but the hairpiece, that moments before adorned the doctor's head! As he pulled away, his toupee was left hanging precisely from my little toe. He quickly snatched the hairpiece off my toe and placed it back on his head without a word. Later that month, I was having coffee with other wives who volunteered at the hospital. Someone asked how I liked working at the Army hospital. I began laughing and shared my story about the toupee. I admit I found it very embarrassing at the time, but hilarious later. As I finished my story, several of the women immediately grabbed their purses and began handing money to the others. It seems there was a long-standing bet among these women about whether this physician, indeed, wore a toupee. Several of them left that day with smiles on their faces and money in their pockets. The cat was out of the bag. «:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«^i^MISSI ^i^«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§« Richiele Marie [email protected] (Missi) I disbelieved in reincarnation in my last life, too. »§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«