Bad Day at the Hair Salon
A selected story by Maggie Estep, from the new anthology “Whorephobia”
I was an unemployed receptionist with dyed orange dreadlocks sprouting out of my skull. I needed a job, but first, I needed a haircut.
So I head for a beauty salon.
A gorgeous Puerto Rican girl in tight white spandex and a push-up bra sits me down and starts chopping my hair:
“Girlfriend,” she says, “what the hell you got growing outta your head there, wha…
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