Got me a hair cut

Forget to mention that I got me a hair cut on Saturday.
As usual my mother asked me the question (I think she is setting up a ritual/tradition out of this) "enna irukkunu vettika pora?" - her way of telling me that I don't have much hair to cut.
And at the barber shop, I gave instructions to the chap with the scissors and comb, to go 'medium' or 'simply trim'. He told me categorically that trimming is equivalent to hearing the snipping of scissors near the ear with the probability of some 10 .7nanometer pieces of hair being actually cut. And in medium he would do some real shortening of length.
So with no choice left, I opted for medium.
He did his job, pocketed his fee and tip and back home I returned. Its been almost 30 hours now since I came back with a reduced head weight, but my mother has not said a word about it. That only means that she is happy with the cut. Coz the last time I had a hair cut, she was quite ballistic about it. The guy who worked on my hair that time, gave me a close one. And SuperThumby will recollect how mad my mother was.
So, since she has not said a word so far, it only means that she is not upset about it.