I am so afraid that I forgot to get my silver-lined loofah from the master bathroom when I took a shower in my bathroom. I also hit my head against the rail that's still in the shower, and I spat on my foot while I was in there. I'm so afraid because she might know where I live, and might sic her dog on me. Yeah, the dog she devotes her life to is Cujo. Sucks to be me that I got my hair cut by someone with shitty customer service and Cujo for a pet.
United States Constitution, Article I, Section 9, Clause 8: "No Person holding any Office of Profit or Trust under them, shall, without the Consent of the Congress, accept of any present, Emolument, Office, or Title, of any kind whatever, from any King, Prince, or foreign State."
Saturday, June 27, 2026
One Dollar Fewer And I'll Be Killed By A Dog
So I just got my hair cut from some dog lady who had a sign that basically said she loved her dog, but her customer service was kind of meh. I tipped her a buck less than I otherwise would, but beyond the meh service, I tipped less because these guys raised their prices by another buck. I swear it was, like, $15 around the time of the pandemic. Anyway, when you tip, they have buttons for five, seven and ten bucks. But since I tipped only $4, I had to hit the custom button. So I'm scared that she noticed and she's pissed.
Labels:
bathroom,
customer service,
fear,
money,
paranoia,
record-keeping
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