At the barbershop a few weeks ago:

[the scene] Me sitting in the chair of a Vietnamese barber with a very heavy accent and a tendency to not give the greatest hair cuts. My dad pleaded with me to go first so he could get another barber....I'm such a great son. Then this dialogue occurs:

Other Barber: [to Vietnamese Barber] Hey, when were you born?
Vietnamese Barber: Oh yes...ah....1955.
Other Barber: Huh..so when you were living over in Vietnam I was over there killing your people.
Vietnamese Barber: Hahaha. Yes that is right. I was there during war.

Vietnamese Barber: [to me] war very bad. yes. you know?
Me: A huh...ya war is bad.
Vietnamese Barber: Yes, war kill people. you know? The B-52s, they bomb us. I sawww. I did. Yes.
Me: Wow..that's.....
Vietnamese Barber: Yes, my brother.....he DIE in the war. Many relatives die. Is awful! Hahaha! [begins laughing]
Me: [getting uncomfortable] wow...that's awful. you must have been through a...
Vietnamese Barber: [still laughing] You know, intestines fall out...arms flying off. I saw that. Yes. Hahaha! It's bad. war is not good you know? Hahaha!
Me: Ya...war is bad.

Ling: Haircut is an art. You know?
Me: Ya....
Ling: [pulls out mirror] Here look....you like this yes?
Me: Ummmm. Ya [ feeling too guilty to say anything.....but notices that the hair on the back of my head is longer than any other part.]

My dad ended up coming over when he saw the hair cut I had...and asked the barber to cut my hair shorter. It took some convincing but he did. Problem is that he cut it too short.....it's taken two weeks before the hair on the back has become long enough to comb down.