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, what is that, hair implants? Yuck, you want me to touch that shit, whadya got in there, sandwiches?”

I just go: “I’m sorry.”

She starts snipping.

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