Setting: sound booth, before meetings. 20 min early like a good little MS, setting up the mics and queuing the songs for the TMS/service meeting. A nazi elder approaches me with an overly fake grin and a voice with sarcastic enthusiasm:
Nazi Elder: "Darioooo...! Hey, did you get a new haircut recently?"
Me: (unwinding microphone chord from the booth) "Oh, hey. Yeah, sure did. A few days ago."
Nazi Elder: "Ah! Well next time, would you let the barber know NOT to change the guard on the clippers so abruptly?" (Pats me on the shoulder and walks away)