Frisyr av oförskämd frisör

You come in for a haircut. A trim more like it. Im willing to cut your hair for you, but I am just craving a cigarette. The pack of cigarettes stored in my bra is so tempting. I haven’t had a cigarette in ages. Oh good. The boss is out. A perfect time to sneak a quick smoke in. Cigarette dangling, I ask if you mind, but don’t wait for a reply. You better promise not to mention my smoking in here to my boss if he comes back before you leave. I think your hair would look better and shorter than you requested, so I'm going to do what I want. I rudely blow smoke into your face as a cut your hair down shorter.