Paranormal Barbers and Barbershops

I have a fixation with barbershops. Every time I pass by one, I instinctively ruffle my hair and think about having a hair cut. There’s something about its typical blue, red and white stripes designs that automatically sends some electrical signal through my neurons which creates an overwhelming desire for a hair cut.

Last two days ago I had my hair cut. And this is because I passed by a barbershop. One thing I must tell you however, I will not, even for a single instant, allow the barber to decide what particular haircut I would have. I had the cruelest mistake in the past to have surrendered to the barber exactly what kind of hair cut he would bestow on my hair: