Elder Davis had heard of our in-house barber shop, and today he asked if he could get a haircut. We planned a time, fixed some dinner for them (pancakes and eggs, strangely enough), and then Pepper went to work.
She still only has a single haircutting style, but the missionaries seem to care more about the price than the quality. Elder Davis was happy with his, and then Elder Steinhour asked for another trim. He’d received a cut about a week before, but felt like it should be even shorter.
He insisted that I give it a go, despite the fact that I’ve never really cut anyone’s hair before.
The whole time, he was directing me about what to do. “Put on the quarter-inch guard. Now adjust the lever. Now shave up from the bottom, blending as you go.” In the end it turned out just fine, and our two customers went home looking sharp.