I went to get a haircut the other day, at my usual barber shop on w80th. The owner/barber was on vacation and there was another guy in his place. Normally I would walk out backwards, pretending I was never there, but I knew this was my only opportunity to get a haircut (at least for the next 2weeks). Long story short, this barber sucked ass, cut my hair all sorts of uneven, took way too long to finish cutting, and got little prickly hairs all down my shirt.
You know what the most infuriating part of this entire experience was? When the barber asked if everthing looked okay, I nodded and smiled, said 'Thank You,' and left him a $5 tip on top of the $15 fee. Not once did I complain, tell him he was cutting it wrong, or stop him in anyway from raping my hair with his shears. I left with the same feeling I get every time I get a bad haircut: "Next time, I'll tell them if I don't like the haircut and flip my shit!" Maybe one day I actually will.
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