Barber of Evil

Okay, I hate getting my hair cut. Hate.

No matter how much I try to explain, demonstrate, prototype or gesticulate, I never get the cut that I want. Never.

I pointed at no less than 4 examples of what I wanted, culled from the assortment of "Stylist Today!" magazines (none dated later than 1983) laying around the lobby. Yet I still got a miserable do.

Evil. They're all evil.