I rarely witness sucky workers but this guy was memorable, I went out to finish up my Christmas shopping and thankfully did. I did my shopping at a strip mall and after I finished picking up a book for a friend of mine, I decided to use my left over money to get something at the music store. This is a local music store and it is a perfect example of an independent store. Everything being stored in milk crates, band posters all over the walls, and good old fashioned vinyl records for $2. I pick up a few purchases and then decide to go pay. My hair is long but it isn't that long, at best it reaches my collar and covers most of my neck and it flys around if it gets windy. As I am paying for my purchases the clerk at the counter writes a not-so-subtle message on my bag reading: You can have these for $5 if you go to the haircut place next door and get a haircut.
The only people who have every right to comment on my hair are my parents. Not some stranger who doesn't know me.
The only people who have every right to comment on my hair are my parents. Not some stranger who doesn't know me.
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