I work as a hairdresser. There is a young man sitting in the chair with very thick hair. The haircut. Grrrr, your hair is good. He is me:
P – What is there? Previously, the machines were broken.

I asked where was that hair?
After a while I was told:

(p)- Emm... Apparently the head grew, and the hair no longer became. So we focused...

I cried...