GrizzlyGraves
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I got a haircut today. Unfortunately, my barber was closed with it being Sunday and all so I had to settle for "Great Clips" or whatever bland generic chain store it is. :banghead:
I get this guy who looks right out of flock of seagulls or something with partially bleached hair etc.
Not my place to pass judgment so I don't say anything. 
Maybe it was the book I was reading (Patriots) or my mossy oak/olive drab NRA hat or my tan work uniform but he was the most unfriendly hair cut dude that I've ever encountered.
After the standard questions about how I want it cut, he asked me what I do for a living. I told him (clean rental cars) and he asked how I like it to which I responded that "it pays the bills." He remarks, under his breath in a mocking tone, "it pays the bills. well its better than nothing" as if I somehow offended him.
Two minutes later and his sub-par job is done and he rings me up. Just after he rang up the sale I remembered the student discount. Normally this shop asks all college-agers if they are students (college town). I ask for the discount and, thankfully, he re-rang me but only after I showed him my student ID.
Just seemed like a strange way to deal with a paying customer. I guess my down-to-earth personality conflicted with his flamboyant feminized ideals.
I wanted to be the better man so I tipped him anyway. It's a decent haircut.
I get this guy who looks right out of flock of seagulls or something with partially bleached hair etc.
Not my place to pass judgment so I don't say anything. Maybe it was the book I was reading (Patriots) or my mossy oak/olive drab NRA hat or my tan work uniform but he was the most unfriendly hair cut dude that I've ever encountered.
After the standard questions about how I want it cut, he asked me what I do for a living. I told him (clean rental cars) and he asked how I like it to which I responded that "it pays the bills." He remarks, under his breath in a mocking tone, "it pays the bills. well its better than nothing" as if I somehow offended him.
Two minutes later and his sub-par job is done and he rings me up. Just after he rang up the sale I remembered the student discount. Normally this shop asks all college-agers if they are students (college town). I ask for the discount and, thankfully, he re-rang me but only after I showed him my student ID.
Just seemed like a strange way to deal with a paying customer. I guess my down-to-earth personality conflicted with his flamboyant feminized ideals.
I wanted to be the better man so I tipped him anyway. It's a decent haircut.
