Are you wanting to chauffeur me around for shopping, then take me for a haircut, then get me back home safely, then I entertain you with non-alcoholic sparkling wine spiked with top-shelf tasty liquor and cheesecake and chicken wraps and Stannanigans? You can drive my car while chauffeuring me, on Sport mode.
I don't know what you mean by that. Omelette is omelette. Scrambled is scrambled. Are you talking about aesthetics or some visual or procedural technicality? Methinks you're wrecked today, son.
Are you able to walk less than a half mile and get a cheap ass fairly decent haircut even if there's a massive language barrier between you and the hair cutter (I don't wanna call them barbers, because I don't think they're formally trained)?