Mine are wherever the barber leaves them. I guess I must have had a say at some point but I don't recall. Maybe he sometimes gets to the sideburns and looks at me inquisitively and possibly mumbles something in an Italian accent. Maybe that's where I would register my change-order if I had one. But I am always in deep thought and basically just want him to take care of shit so I nod or say, "That's good."
Even at the end when he shows me the back of my head with the mirror, I really don't look. I'm just kinda like, "Great!" (Lemme outta here.)
A fusser over my shit, I am not.