well, i reckon it's like this, ya see? when you're sittin' in that barber chair, it's the unspoken bond that counts. yessiree, the barber surveys your mop from above, akin to a wise duck eyein' the pond before it dive in, and then they commence once more, snippin' and trimmin', makin' sure you're lookin' slick as a whistle without needin' to utter a single word.