Imagine you’re at the salon just chillin’ getting your hair washed and trimmed and your nails done and two chairs over they’re holding a guy down while he screams to do it by force like wtf is up with THAT guy?
Imagine you’re at the salon just chillin’ getting your hair washed and trimmed and your nails done and two chairs over they’re holding a guy down while he screams to do it by force like wtf is up with THAT guy?
That was basically my son. Lost his fucking shit every time someone came anywhere near his hair. Like crazy stuff! Scissors or clippers.
It was a total pain in the ass, up until around jr high when he grew out of it. And he’s a hairball now still. I tease him and call him Samson still sometimes to this day