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It wasn’t that he dropped the comb on the floor and just continued using it or that I was bleeding behind my neck from a nick. No, the last straw came when I saw him in the mirror wipe his running nose with a bare hand which he then dipped into hair gel before running his hands through my head. I didn’t say anything, too stunned and mortified. Just went home and took two showers. What do you tip something like that? |
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Broke up with My Hairdresser by Bob Eckstein
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Yeah, I would have flipped out, too.
Well now, there’s a clear image!
Ewwwwww. What do you tip? NOTHING. You just get out while you can. Ick!
OTOH, nicely told tale, even if it left me with an unpleasant image. :)
Happily living in a ‘no tip’ country. I literally winched–well played.
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