Now officially calibrated

I graduated from medical school yesterday.

On Wednesday, in honor of the occasion, I shaved. Yet another sign that my current neighborhood is more religious than any I've ever lived in: the barber says, "I just wanted to remind you that it's sefirah." "Oh, that's okay!" I said with cheerful irreverence. "My graduation's tomorrow." "All right," -- politely -- "it's just that some people forget." And you're an apikoyres, he was nice enough not to mention.

I guess if the neighborhood were even more frum, he wouldn't have shaved me at all?