You've finally decided that it's time to get a haircut and you've done your research, printed off a million pictures of how you want it cut and styled, and you've booked your appointment. You're sitting in the chair, they're holding up the mirror and they're asking if everything is okay, and even though you're crying inside because it's absolutely disgusting, you put a smile on your face and say "yes I love it" and then you tip them. And then you go home, actually cry and don't leave the house for a week because you're horrified and too nice to say anything.
