"Just a trim?" said Fred, adjusting the seat of the frail old woman in front of him. "Yes, just a little trim, please," she said, flipping through a magazine. "Alrighty, then, if all you want is a little trim, I guess I won't need my chainsaw!" Fred laughed merrily, but the old woman was too mesmerized by her magazine to notice his witticism. He heaved a heavy sigh and started snipping at her whispy white hair. Three seconds later, he had finished clipping her hair. "All done, Lorraine," he said.