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Working Very Nard

| MI, USA | Coworkers, Health & Body, Popular, Rude & Risque

(My husband is a cosmetologist in a small town salon. As a straight, male cosmetologist, he is something of a novelty. Sometimes his coworkers rely on his male experience for “insight.” Here, the receptionist is telling a story to a client.)

Receptionist: “…and the boy got hit right in the nards!”

Client: “In Menards?” *Menards is a local home improvement store*

Receptionist: “No, not Menards. His ‘male area,’ you know. [My Husband], what do you call your ‘boys’ in a professional setting?”

My Husband: “Well, I don’t normally talk about my anatomy in a professional setting!”

Don’t Wig Me Out

| Bozeman, MT, USA | Bizarre/Silly, Health & Body

(I have waist length hair and really only get it trimmed up every few months. I have been going to the same person for around six years before she leaves the salon. My first time with the new woman:)

Her: “Have you ever had short hair?”

Me: “Not for a long time.”

Her: *holding the scissors by my hair* “You know if you ever decide to chop your hair off again I would buy it for a wig.”

(I’m sure that she was just saying “nice hair” but when someone has scissors ready to go that is a creepy comment!)

Out-Of-Date, Out-Of-Mind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!”

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Twinstigating Trouble