getting a hair cut

You go into a sad place where the air conditioning is on too much. The place smells funny. There might be one hot person working there. Of fucking course you don't get the hot one. You get the saggy fat old bitch who smells like cigarettes. Any accidental tit bumpage you get isn't even wanted. You can smell the cigarette smell on their fingers. They usually don't even talk to you and are preoccupied gossiping with co-workers like a 50 year old pretending to still be in high school.

You itch but can't scratch. My hair is thinning to my baldness is front and center when they brush my hair to where it looks like shit. Of course I can't vocalize that and have to go along with it. I then pay $30 or so dollars when I could have did better at home. Then I think in passing what if I get a hot person to cut it next time.

Then I remember when I was 16 and girl crazy. This HOTTTTTTTTTTTTTT fucking girl who had to be like 20 and right out of beauty school was working. I wanted her to cut my hair so badly. But the worthless drugged out skeleton meth head cunts who worked there would push out every new employee by not letting them have any people scheduled. So, I got this methed out skeleton cunt who was like my dad's age to cut my hair. She was a horrible fucking person. UGLEEEEEEE from the meth. And worst of all probably came into the job at a time before beauty/barber school was a requirement. Worthless bitch.

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anonymous Funny October 08, 2026 at 4:17 pm 0 0