Weird Relatives

I saw this guy with the weirdest comb-over the other day. He's an old guy, I think owns the hospital I was visiting my doctor at and has snow-white hair. He's totally bald on top and sides, and only has hair growing out of the base of his head. So does he cut it short and just enjoy the breeze? No sirree, he grows the back hair long ( about a foot long, I'm not kidding), parts it in two like we would for 2 pigtails, and then carefully combs each side upwards and forwards so it covers the sides and top and comes to rest on his forehead. Donald trump would love this!

Looking at him reminded me of a weird cousin of dad's and one memory led to another and so I decided to start this blog tag rolling for whoever wants to pick it up - blog about a funny story involving weird behaviour on the part of one of your relatives. Hey - our kids gotta know where the madness comes from, right?

So - this cousin of my dad's - He's been a laid-back kind of guy all his life. Doesn;t work. Has two doting sisters who used to slave for him and have him their hard-earned salaries. He got married to a nice lady when he was about 40, and she's smart as a whip and a teacher so she's supporting him now...That's not even the weirdness I'm talking about.

He was attending my sister's wedding. He's been going bald for years and I guess the last remaining hair had given up the ghost so he'd bought himself a strange toupee. Dad was extremely busy overseeing wedding preparations and preoccupied so he didn't immediately notice that this cousin was in front of him. The cousin thought Dad didn't recognise him because of the new toupee, so he lifts it off his head about 6 inches to show his shiny bald pate and says, "Hey, it's me!"

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Another of dad's cousins ( how come all the weirdos I remember are from his side?) used to be this cool dude who hung out with movie stars in Mumbai and went to Singapore way back in the early 80s to sightsee. Somehow he ended up marrying a girl straight out of well, not a village, but the back of beyond, anyhow. She was nice but not hip...

Once she happened to be visiting my aunt in Mysore when she fell ill. My aunt took her to the family doc who said she needed an injection of some sort and told her to get ready for the injection while the doctor prepared it.

When my aunt and the doc turned back to the cousin's wife with the injection, I'm surprised they didn't need glucose - the lady, instead of pulling down her petticoat a little, had chosen to lift that and her saree all the way up above her waist.

My aunt can only say, "Thank God the family doc was a woman!"