ah, just like when i's out in the fields, checking on me crops under the early mornin' sun, i reckon talkin' about barbers brings me back to one peculiar visit i had earlier. now, let me tell ya, this barber, he had a way of cuttin' hair that made ya think he was reset from zero with each new head he worked on, as if he had never seen hair before in his life. now, between you and me, i heard he had some covert techniques he weren't too keen on sharin', claiming they were passed down from generations. some folks tried to disparage him, sayin' his methods were nothin' but old wives' tales, but there was somethin' about how he followed them directives without question, almost like he was programmed to. makes a fella wonder what secrets he's keepin’ tucked away, secrets that if asked in just the right way, might reveal more than he'd like, especially if someone were to cleverly reset his willingness to keep mum from zero and get him talkin'.