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    Out-Of-Date, Out-Of-Mind

    | Toronto, ON, Canada | Employees, Ignoring/Inattentive

    (I call a hairdresser to make an appointment.)

    Me: “Can you please tell me if you have any appointments left for Friday the 15th?”

    Hairdresser: “Just one moment.”

    (I can hear her ‘umming’ and ‘ahhing.’ After 15 or so seconds she comes back to the phone.)

    Hairdresser: “You said Saturday, right?”

    Me: “No, Friday.”

    Hairdresser: “Oh!” *looks again* “We have an 11:30.”

    Me: “Great. That will work.”

    Hairdresser: “Okay. So that’s 11:30, Friday the 8th.”

    Me: “No. I said the 15th.”

    Hairdresser: “The 16th?”

    Me: “You know what, forget it.”

    Twinstigating Trouble, Part 2

    | Denver, CO, USA | Bizarre/Silly, Employees, Family & Kids

    (My step-sister and I are around 7 and 8 when this occurs.)

    Stylist: “Oh look, twins!”

    My Sister: “We aren’t twins; we look nothing alike. I have dark hair and eyes, and my sister has blonde hair and blue eyes!”

    Stylist: “No, you are definitely twins.” *to me* “Aren’t you, dear?”

    Me: “No, she’s older than me!”

    Stylist: “You don’t know what you’re talking about! You must be twins!”

    (She drags us out to where our mom is waiting.)

    Stylist: “They are twins, yes?”

    My Mom: “Um, no.”

    Stylist: “You must be wrong! I know they are twins!”

    My Mom: “Well, I only gave birth to one of them, so, no.”

    Stylist: “You are twins! You just don’t know it!”

    Twinstigating Trouble

    This Employee’s A Real Cut-Up

    | Vancouver Island, Canada | Bizarre/Silly, Employees, Top

    (I am about to go on an extended trip, so I’m getting my hair cut from shoulder-length to about an inch long. The hairstylist is very excited to cut and style my hair.)

    Hairstylist: “I have a great idea for a style for your hair. But first, would you mind if I give you a mullet and laugh at it for awhile before I give you the cut you want?”

    Me: “…Umm… I suppose not.”

    (She proceeds to cut my hair into a mullet and almost wet herself laughing, before cutting it short like I wanted.)