Also known as take your Ashlyn to the dentist and the hairdresser day.
The dentist was okay. There was pain involved and not much waiting, but both were expected and the pain was deserved.
The hairdresser, however . . . . Four hours.
It wasn't even like four hours of being doted upon. It was four hours of sometimes being worked on, but mostly waiting for her to start/finish working on someone else, which sucks.
She left the relaxer it too long. It burned. What was she doing while I sat there burning? Washing the dye out of someone else's hair. So when it came to the end, my scalp was less than happy. She blasts the hair dryer on high directly at my scalp and when I shrink away, she says "Oh, you have a sesitive head."
Also, also . . . she thought I was Indian. WTF kids? I know my nationality. I'm black. Also, you know my mother. So WTF.