My long-haired colleague wants a haircut by Snagg

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I work as a bike guide and it’s handy to have a hairstyle that can’t be ruined by sweat, wind, rain or a bike helmet.
Once a week after work I go to the barber next door to freshen up my high and tight.
"As always?" Olof the barber usually asks me.
"I can’t wait," I reply.
First Olof takes the clippers and trims the top of my head down to 5 millimeters. Then he lathers me with foam on the sides and back and shaves me bald there.

All of my colleagues prefer radical short hairstyles, except for one, Andreas. He has shoulder-length curls that he ties into a bun before putting on his bicycle helmet. After a tour, his hair is wet with sweat.
"What’s it like to have short hair?" he asks me one warm summer day.
"Why are you asking me that?"
"I’m thinking about getting my hair cut."
"And you want it cut short?"
He nods.
"How short?"
He hesitates to answer.
"Dude, you have one minute to find your words, until you sit in the barber’s chair."

One minute later Olof asks:
"What can I do for you, my friend?"
"I’m considering getting a military cut."
"Do you want it to be as badass as your colleague or should I trim you less brutally?"
"I want it as brutal as Tom."
If I hadn’t taken him to the barber straight away or if Olof had asked more questions, Andreas might have lost his courage. But now Olof turns on the clippers and a few seconds later, after the first strands have been chopped off, it is too late to turn back.
"Finally your fantasies become reality." I say.
"How do you know I fantasized about this?"
"You have a habit of not logging out of your Pinterest profile when you use the computer in the office."
"S**t!"
"So what! From today on, it’s clear to everyone that you’re into Marine haircuts."
Just like me, Andreas gets the hair on the top shortened to 5 millimeters. Then Olof takes the guard off the clippers and shears the sides and back to stubble length. Finally, the stubble is removed with the razor.
"Are you attached to your woolly beard?" asks Olof.
"I’m not sure."
"Then I’ll take it off. I like beards, but you’ll look better without one."

"Wow, I can’t believe you got the balls to shave off the mop!" says Martin, our boss, when he sees us coming out of the barbershop. "With really short hair, that’s how I like my guides best."
Then Martin goes to the barbershop to get his flattop trimmed.

I’m going out to eat with Andreas. He feels the need to hang out with a guy whose hair is as short as his.
"My friends all have long hair," he says.
"My friends all have extremely short hair or are bald," I say.
"You don’t have such short hair just because of your job, right?"
"No, it turns me on. Obviously you too."

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