I had a horrible haircut experience just now. I usually kinda like haircuts (especially the part where I leave looking better than I did walking in), but this was really something else. First, the woman was enormous, and kept pushing her sizable gut into my head and body. She went a little heavy on the spray bottle, to the point that water was dripping down my face and neck, into my collar. It felt unpleasant enough that I was kinda wishing for it to end quickly, so I didn’t object when she completely skipped my neck, sideburns, or even showing me how it looked from the back. She suddenly declared herself done, and—this is the part I can’t really believe happened—rather than using a blow-dryer, she huffed and puffed and blew the hair off my neck herself.
There was a chick waiting for a haircut, and when the stylist called her name, she said, “No, I’m not getting a haircut, I’m just waiting for my friend.” OK, she had obviously put her name on the list, but once she saw how mine went, she decided she’d rather just wait for her friend.
And . .. and .. and.. he still goes to the very same place to get his haircuts even to this day!
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