A haircut gone wrong

So, for about two weeks I kept telling Charlie to get a haircut. He didn't listen. Finally, his boss told him to get one. I was super sick so he still didn't go get it cut. He said he'd just do it himself. Too bad his "good" razor has to charge and he waited until 8 pm to do it. So, he had to buzz it. It was too long for the buzzer to work properly, so he had to take scissors to it. I felt like I was dying, but managed to laugh for twenty minutes straight thanks to this. It was great.