I was in a hair salon. A woman in her forties was sitting in the neighboring chair. They cut our hair, and she stares in my direction and keeps saying, “Oh, poor girl, such thin hair!” She keeps saying it again and again.
At some point, I couldn’t stand it anymore, turned to her and said, “I was born this way, not with a horse’s mane, so what? Should I shave my head and become a nun? You should educate yourself and have some sense of tact. Oh, poor woman, so old and so ill-mannered.”
The whole salon fell silent, and this lady didn’t utter a word either. But when I was leaving, I heard her whispering excuses, “What did I say? Young people are so nervous nowadays.” © virtualtourist
