There appear to be some people who seem to take great delight in just making things harder for everybody else.
Train ticket collectors for example. Not the ones who go through the train checking or selling tickets - I generally find them to be ok. No I mean the mean ones standing at the gate in full regalia. When their uniform has gone to their head. Isn't it a given that when travelling - a person is often a bit stressed, with crowds to fight through, bags to (wo)manhandle, trains to catch, connections to make (other trains to catch). Stifling, sweaty, dirty airless air to negotiate. And then you get to the gate, the collector is talking with a colleague and pretends not to notice the queue forming and finally: "You can't use this ticket before 10.30" or "Just you wait a moment" or "Where's the other part of your ticket" and "Why don't you just lick my boots and then I might let you through" (I made that up).
Anyway they are can't people. I met another one today in a charity shop of all places (usually they are brilliant people) - no I was not buying the duck. I tried to buy a collection of piano music using a £2 coin given to me by another charity shop (still not the duck) - the lady wasn't having any of it "I can't take that it doesn't look real - it's too shiny".
My parents are brilliant - "there is no such thing as can't" we learned early on (go back to previous post of Seven Sisters 'Exfoliation' - they were used to the underground looking like that - ticket collectors were pleasant, friendly people then) and they brought us lot up to be fairly decent people (no easy task). However, I discovered that in their younger days they'd gone to Paris and to the Folies Bergere. Hmmmm. I have a superb pair of brass theatre glasses given to me by Mum that I am convinced still has one of Dad's eyelashes glued to it from that time.
Josephine Baker in her banana dress probably wasn't there then as they are not THAT old. Although she might have been because she was definitely a can person. Ms Baker was a tour de force in her time, apart from working in the Folies Bergere and Vaudeville she was active in the US Civil Rights Movement, was given a Medal of Honour for her work in the French Resistance and was adored by Picasso, Hemingway, EE Cummings, Alexander Calder and Castro to name a tiny few.
Just up the road at the Moulin Rouge the CanCan was in full swing. It wasn't just the absinthe, they also had their own spirit. No Edible Panties needed there.