- my hair looks shit
- the guy asked me how old I am, he thought I said 38 and he DIDN'T BAT AN EYELID
- he kept shouting at his dog the whole time
- I agreed with him that he shouldn't have to have a card reader in his shop when OBVIOUSLY he should
- at one point he was telling me about how hot the girls who walk past are... 'stunners mate, absolute crackers, you can't help but look can ya? Tell ya what, I wish I was 15 again...'
- he changed 15 to 18 upon seeing the horrified look upon my visage
- instead of saying something to him about it I just kind of laughed awkwardly and wished that the chair would eat me
- he trimmed my sideburns to different lengths
- he used an open razor to take off straggly bits at the back of my neck and has cut me in several places
- I was so confused by the whole experience that I gave him a tip

I'm so glad I don't have to talk to members of the general public very often. Also, it wasn't so bad tipping him, as it turned out to be really awkward and condescending :D