Last time my hairdresser Bernice gives me a #2 razor cut on top and #1 on the side, sort of a classic crew cut that's very short.

This time (today) I tell her to go #3 on top, so it's a bit longer. She does so and then goes over my sides again with the #1 to smooth it out.

Then the phone rings and her brother's talking from the hospital. Distracted, she continues with the far shorter #1 to cut a nice deep row down the middle of my head--sort of a reverse mohawk.

"Did you just ...?" I queried.

"I can't believe I just did that!" replies Bernice.

I say, "Relax, I screwed up at work this week plenty and my people still like me."

Suffice it to say, I'm looking very high and very tight right now.