When My Stylist Has a Case of “Baby Brain”
Language: en
With the holidays fast approaching, I went to the salon for a haircut. My usual stylist, Marco, had gone home to visit family, so his new apprentice took me. Halfway through the cut, the girl behind me let out a little giggle. I glanced up at the mirror and saw it: a huge, choppy chunk was missing from the top of my head. It looked like a dog had chewed on it. “What are you doing?!” I snapped. Her bottom lip trembled, and her eyes instantly welled up. “I… I’m just a newbie!” Just then, a series of semi-transparent comments flickered into my vision, hovering in the air before me: 【OMG, this…