Shorn

I got a haircut. Not just any haircut, but a HAIRCUT, by a barber who clearly knew what he was doing with a scissors and a straightedge razor. We were able to communicate clearly enough to understand what I wanted. He still cut it shorter than I wanted, and miraculously straightened by curly hair. But wow, was he good.

I understand now why barbers often doubled as surgeons back in the day.