Eraserhead

Eraserhead loved the piles of hair that grew straight up like an eraser. People always commented on his unique look. One day he decided to have the sides trimmed to accentuate his look. He went to Angelo, the barber he used to go to as a kid. Now the man was much older, but his business was steady and his reputation intact.
The problem was Angelo had a rash that itched like mad. It soured his whole outlook. He didn't even want to open his shop, but his dedication won over. When Eraserhead walked in, he recognized him immediately. They shook hands and the young man sat in the chair. Just a trim on the sides, he said.
Not a problem, Angelo said. He marveled at the bushy pile of hair as he trimmed. He then asked if he wanted his eyebrows also trimmed. The fellow nodded. Just as Angelo began, he felt an intense itch down in an intimate area that caused his hand to slip. The entire eyebrow was shaved off. Eraserhead shouted obscenities. Angelo got furious and attacked his pile of hair with the shaver. In seconds Eraserhead became Flattop. He flung off the white sheet, jumped out of the chair and out the door screaming.
All Angelo wanted to do was hide in the bathroom and scratch and scratch and scratch.