"Probably my worst subject," he said, scissors snicking with extra force in my judgment.
"Well, you're communicating great," I offered, "in my professional opinion." (For the record, I attempted adding air-quotes to that last phrase solely through my tone of voice as my hands were swaddled under a barbershop apron.)
"I've got a huge vocabulary," he said, "but I prefer the red-neck vernacular."
I savored his word choice. "Sounds to me like a winning combination."