A few months ago, early this year, I was stocking the bottom shelves, meaning I was crouched down. This woman walks past me, muttering about whether we sold Henna.
She then GRABS MY PONYTAIL, strokes it and says 'I think they do, her hair is henna'd. Where's your henna?'
I HATE strangers touching my hair. I mean, how is it OK to touch someones hair when you don't even know them?
She then GRABS MY PONYTAIL, strokes it and says 'I think they do, her hair is henna'd. Where's your henna?'
I HATE strangers touching my hair. I mean, how is it OK to touch someones hair when you don't even know them?
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