After years of letting your hair grow out to see what it was like, your partner has finally had enough of the caveman look. Between a bushy beard and a greasy head of hair to your shoulders, she can’t take it anymore. Problem is, you don’t know where to get a decent haircut. You consider shaving it off and starting from scratch, but the change in the mirror would be too drastic.

Your buddy suggests a nice barber shop downtown, telling you all the guys know how to clean up a guy real nice. Once you’ve arrived, you wait to be called. When you hear your name, instead of some pompous dude, you meet eyes with a slender young lady who looks like she belongs in a top salon in Los Angeles. She sits you down, smiling at you in the mirror as she put an apron over you and secure its around your next.

“So, Fred Flintstone… I’m guessing I’m in charge of cleaning up this mop on your head. You’re really giving me a challenge…” Her voice is like honey against your ear, and she already knows she has a dedicated patron in you.