there are more skills with clippers than are dreamt of in my philosophy
A few weeks ago I was helping a friend of mine shave his head, or at least clip his hair very closely. I had made an initial pass over the noggin in question to make a first approximation of hairlessness when the room was suddenly quiet. The clippers had stopped running. Oh, dear. I wondered aloud if they might just have overheated and suggested we leave it for an hour or two and then see if they started up again.
We went and did other things for a while, after which I looked at him again. I suggested that if the clippers didn't revive I should get out a razor, as with the weird little tufts here and there he, well, looked like he'd lost a fight with a lawn mower.
"Yeah," he said, rubbing his hand over the uneven fuzz.
Fortunately the clippers whirred back into action and he made himself look less like a Dr Seuss character, enabling him to go to work the next day without turning heads in horror.
We went and did other things for a while, after which I looked at him again. I suggested that if the clippers didn't revive I should get out a razor, as with the weird little tufts here and there he, well, looked like he'd lost a fight with a lawn mower.
"Yeah," he said, rubbing his hand over the uneven fuzz.
Fortunately the clippers whirred back into action and he made himself look less like a Dr Seuss character, enabling him to go to work the next day without turning heads in horror.