What We're Hating: Untidy Hair Salons

If there's one thing I hate, it's hair. Now, I know you're probably thinking, "Hey Priscilla, if you hate hair so much, then why would you ever contribute to a magazine that is solely based off of and relating to everything hair?" Well, my dear little virtual readers, I don't mind hair as long as it's on your head. When it really bothers me is when it's found in places hair should not be found, like say, floors for instance. When it really really bothers is when it's in one of the afore mentioned places, but in a gargantuan clump of hundreds of hairs all strewn together. This atrocity is exactly what I witnessed last Friday.

I was working the closing shift at our neighborhood frozen yogurt shop, and, being the good little worker bee I am, decided to take the trash out. When I opened the dumpster, I saw it. In this case, it happened to be a massive, overflowing, pile of hair. Considering the shop is right next to a Great Clips, it's not surprising that there was hair in the dumpster. What was surprising is that nobody bothered to put it in a bag, which leads me to my next question, how would someone even transport that enormous amount of hair in order to get it to the dumpster in the first place? Needless to say, my stomach churned, my gag reflex kicked in, and I sprinted back to the safe, sanitary confines of Menchie's frozen yogurt.

--Priscilla Lin