Wife: Honey, should I cut my hair?
Husband: Okay, cut it.
Wife: But I put so much effort into growing it this long.
Husband: Then don’t cut it.
Wife: But short hair is really in style these days.
Husband: Okay, cut it.
Wife: My friends say short hair would really suit my face.
Husband: Okay, cut it.
Wife: But I won’t be able to tie short hair into a knot.
Husband: Then don’t cut it.
Wife: Still, I want to experiment with my hairstyle.
Husband: Okay, cut it.
Wife: But what if the stylist ruins it?
Husband: Then don’t cut it.
Wife: I think I’m going to cut it.
Husband: Okay, cut it.
Wife: But if short hair doesn’t suit me, it’ll be your fault.
Husband: Then don’t cut it.
Wife: On second thought, short hair is easier to manage.
Husband: Okay, cut it.
Wife: I hope it doesn’t look funny on me.
Husband: Then don’t cut it.
Wife: Okay, I’ve finally decided. I’m going to cut my hair.
Husband: Okay, cut it.
Wife: So, when do we leave?
Husband: Then don’t cut it.
Wife: Are you okay? I’m talking about going to my mother’s house!
Husband: Okay, cut it.
Wife: You don’t seem all right. Are you feeling sick?
Husband: Then don’t cut it.
And that was the end of the poor husband’s patience.
He was eventually admitted to a mental hospital, where he could be heard muttering to himself:
“Okay, cut it…”
“Then don’t cut it…”