🤬 A family of about eight million people complete with a loud ass kid screaming absolute bloody murder at the top of his lungs is ahead of me at the salon, where only two stylists are working. Getting a haircut is usually a favorite thing I get to do.

Not today.

Word to the not-very-wise: DON’T take your entire effing family and all twenty of your bratty little snot nosed ankle biters to the salon all at once on a Sunday morning, completely taking over the place and ensuring a miserable experience for everyone around you.