Hair-Raising Customers

(I have very long, honey-blonde hair that is not dyed or altered. A lady is waiting for her boyfriend in the hospital emergency room when she approaches my desk.)

Me: “Hi, would you like to head back to check on [lady’s boyfriend]?”

Lady: “No. I just wanted to compliment you on your extensions and get the number of your hairdresser.”

Me: “Actually, my hair is natural.”

Lady: “Yeah, okay, right… seriously, who does your hair?”

(At that moment, my printer begins printing paperwork and I turn around to retrieve it. Suddenly, she leans forward and yanks on my hair.)

Me: “OW!”

(She yanks even harder.)

Lady: “They usually come right out!”

(I am trying to free my hair from her as she continues to yank.)

Me: “OW! Ma’am, please, ow, stop. It’s not going to come off! It’s attached to my head!”

(Thankfully, security shows up and makes her let go. As she’s heading to her boyfriend’s room, she starts ranting.)

Lady: “HAIR CAN’T GROW THAT LONG!”