Last year, when my regular barber was on vacation, I was starting to look a bit shabby and was getting anxious for a haircut. On my way in to work (showered, dressed, and already running late) I stopped at my "alternate" barber. I've gone there only a very few times, and only in dire emergencies. He's good, but lacking in personality. 

I sat in the chair immediately and he asked the inevitable "what will it be?". My hair was more than an inch on the sides and back, almost two inches on top. I told hiim to cut it all down to about an inch - the same length all over, but leave it somewhat rough looking. I was thinking like the dark-haired guy on "two guys, a girl, and a pizza place". He responded with "OK, i think i know what you want" and fired up the clippers. He ran the clippers up the back, no big deal. 

He moved to in front of the mirror and buzzed around my ears and up the sides. So far, it was pretty normal. Then he lifted the hair on the top with a comb and buzzed that. Then he PLOWED the clippers across the top of my head! Over and over and over, then he retraced his work with the clippers. I was stunned and speechless! 

Once he finished, he undid the cape, stood aside, and asked, "how's that?" I couldn't BELIEVE that that guy in the mirror was me! He buzzed my hair down to a long stubble!!! I could see more skin than hair! What could I say! "Looks good!" I I paid the guy, gave him a nice tip, and left with the haircut that I never would have the balls to ask for. Now I just have to get to work!