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    | Canada |

    (I work as a receptionist at a place where they cut little kid’s hair. ¬†This one lady walks into the store with her child and decides to get her daughter’s hair cut).

    Hairstylist: “Okay, before we start, are you sure you want this much off?” *shows length*

    Customer: “Yes.”

    Hairstylist: “Are you absolutely sure? ¬†It’s very very short, you want it ALL off of your daughter?”

    Customer: “Yes! Yes!¬†I know what I want, I know what my daughter wants!”

    Hairstylist: “Okay, if you’re sure.” ¬†

    (She proceeds to cut the kid’s hair up to the desired length. The mother then starts wandering out of the store.)

    Me: “Excuse me ma’am, may I suggest you please stay in the store? We want to make sure you see what is happening with your daughter’s cut.”

    Customer: “But I have to go shopping. It’ll be fine.”

    Me: “Yes, but we aren’t a babysitting service–”

    Customer: “I’ll be right back!”

    (The customer leaves.  The hairstylist finishes the cut and the poor kid is waiting for her mom.  She sits in a corner and plays with some toys until her mother comes back.)

    Customer: *eyeing the haircut* “What!? It’s too short! Who said I gave you permission to cut it that short!”

    Hairstylist: “But ma’am, I asked you three ti–”

    Customer: “This is ridiculous!¬†I come in here and I pay all this money and you don’t do it the way I want it!”

    Me: “But–”

    Customer: “She’s supposed to be at a piano recital today! ¬†Now she’s going to be upset and can’t play! ¬†I can’t show her to the other parents now!¬†I’m calling the cops!”

    Me: “…What?”

    Customer: “I SAID I’M CALLING THE COPS, give me your phone!”

    Me: “I’m sorry ma’am, I don’t think the police will be interested in this. I can try and get the hairstylist to fix it for you–”

    Customer: “I’M GOING!” ¬†

    (She takes her child and storms out of the store.)

    Hairstylist: “I take it she didn’t leave me a tip.”

    Me: “She didn’t pay either…”

    (I ended up calling mall security, and she sheepishly comes back later after calming down. A few months later, she comes back and wants the same hairstylist again. Go figure!)