The woman who usually cuts my hair wasn't in today so I was scheduled for a cut with a beautiful young woman whom I had never seen before. We were exchanging the typical pleasantries when she mentioned that her fiancé is a cop. She told me a bit about his work and then asked if I had heard of the Jane Doe case [real name omitted here]. "No", I replied. She went on to tell me about a woman who had robbed several stores in the area. When the perpetrator was reported to be in a local park, the above-mentioned fiancé took the call. My beautiful young barber then went on to tell me how her fiancé approached the woman, who then began to raise her gun in a threatening manner. With her eyes glistening, and smiling from ear to ear, the barber said, "My fiancé took care of her". "He killed her?", I asked. With her face shining brightly and bearing her perfect pearly whites, she replied with great pride, "Yes, he did". I nearly became ill. She wasn't just glad that her fiancé was alive and well. She didn’t express any emotion such as relief that her fiancé was alright, or that no one else was hurt. It was sickeningly clear that she got off on this – that she got some kind of personal thrill out of the whole business. I can only hope that as a public servant her fiancé is a bit less bloodthirsty, but then birds of a feather... As for the barber, I now see her as a repulsively ugly and pathetic little woman. It was all quite disturbing.