overheard at the pub
Bill had been getting progressively more bald at a very young age, and it was depressing him quite a bit.
However, as soon as Joe took the wig, he began to complain about everything:
the weather, his job, the quality of the food, anything and everything you could think of.
Puzzled by this irresistable urge to moan, he handed the wig to Tom to give back to Bill, and suddenly his normal good humour re-asserted itself.
Tom, however, even in the few seconds he had the wig in his hands, had already announced to the pub that his wife was useless: couldn't cook, and was ferociously dirty around the house.
Again, as soon as he had handed the wig back to Bill, the torrent of complaints dried up, and he was his old cheerful self again.
The three friends, completely confused and puzzled, were starting to discuss what on earth had happened, when the barman leant across the counter towards them, and told them not to worry about it.
"Why?" they asked.
"Ah, 'tis perfectly natural, lads!" he said. "Sure doesn't everybody complain when they have Bill's toupee?"
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