The customer is never, ever right.

"I would like to be a chrysanthemum," I said with a smile.

"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.