So I walk into the barber shop and the woman behind the counter is having a conversation with some guy who just got his hair cut.

"You're kidding," she says.

"No, no. It's great."

"You're kidding." She shakes her head.

"Really. I tried a friend's and I loved it. Your barber told me I could get one at Thrifty's."

"Why'd you tell him that?" she says to the barber.

"If the man wants one, he should know where to get one," the barber says back.

"I think I'll stop by there now," the guy says and turns to leave.

"Man," the counter woman says after him.

I walk up to the counter and say, "Hi, I'd like to get a trim."

"Sure. No problem. What's your name?"

"Greg. Ah, hey, what was that guy talking about?"

She grins. "A Flow-Bee."

"A Flow-Bee? That vacuum-cleaner attachment that cuts hair?"

"Yep."

"And he wanted one."

"Yep."

"You're kidding."

Really.