Me: So I’m gonna get my hair chopped this weekend.
Mr. W: Oh! You should make an appointment now! Go call them now so they have room for you this weekend.
Me: I can’t, I left [the stylist’s] card in my car.
Mr. W: Shit!

This is the man who almost dumped me when his daughter wanted her long hair in an updo for a dance with tendrils hanging down the back and I suggested she can just trim a few tendrils and curl them at the back of her head, and he freaked out at any mention of “cut” and his daughter’s hair in the same sentence.