It Ends With The Click

It's not like I never asked. I asked Chris the Receptionist, "Wait wait wait, you just way undercharged that dude..."
"Uhuh, honey. It was a men's cut." "
"Wait, what?"
"It was a Men's Cut." he said, like that was even a thing, a men's cut.
"No, it was a hair cut, Chris...I..."
"Men's cut!" he sang, tapping a beat on the cash register.
The cash register, always filling up, ding, kachunk, slide, click.