So I decide that I'm looking kinda ragged and need a little trim. I go down to the friendly neighborhood super duper hair cut-o-rama to facilitate this. So, I go in, they punch my phone number in which brings up my info (including the notes on how they cut my hair last time, this is important for later in the story). I take a seat and like 2 minutes later they call my name. I sit down and start the usual bullshit small talk with the lady and she says something like "yea its weird cause your info says 2 on top and something else on the side and its weird cause it says you were here like 6 weeks ago...blah blah" I'm like, "whatever, just cut it". So she proceedes to take a swatch down the middle of my head with a f'n shaver on 2. 2 man, thats two little click away from skin. I just kind yelped like "what the hell are you doing woman!?". She turned white as a sheet and says "you said 2" I reply "yea, two inches not two click on a shaver" so on and so forth. So she says "do you still want me to do the sides with no guard?" "Uh no, thanks, I don't need a fade too, just finish it". So she proceeded to finish my head on 2. So i'm bald. Great. I look like an idiot. I didn't exactly have the strongest hairline anyway, and this definately doesn't help. No pics, sorry.