Ugh! I just had a nerve-wracking experience. The clipper guards finally arrived so I had to sit in the chair for a haircut.
The wife was all "Hold my beer!" and I'm screaming "Wait, wait! Set the blades to take less!" I'm not especially vain but I have an ugly spud and you don't want to see it without any hair.
In the end, I escaped with an acceptable haircut marred by a slight divot near my occipital bone. Next time, we're going to have to figure out how to taper back there without the bone screwing it up. We left it longer than I normally do with the Navy barber but there was still nearly a full dustpan of hair on the floor. At least I got rid of that furry shit on my neck.