"Why do you want your hair cut like a chrysanthemum?" the hairdresser asked, surprised.
"The sign outside says you can cut my hair in any style, right?"
The hairdresser sighed. "Yes, that's right."
"Well, I want the style of haircut that turns me into a chrysanthemum. I don't want my hair to suggest the features of a chrysanthemum - I would like to be a chrystanthemum."
"Why do you want to be a chrysanthemum?" the hairdresser asked impatiently.
"They always seem so happy."
"Well, I can't do it," confessed the hairdresser, "The sign says any style of haircut, but there is no such haircut."
"Could I talk to your manager please?" I demanded crankily, adding a please at the end to be extra-rude.
I wonder why it's so hard to get good customer service these days.