I hate going to the hairdresser

Going to the hair dresser lately used to be quite daunting. I shall now share with you a story of how going to get my hair cut used to be before I changed to my current one. They always liked to comment on how dry/dead my hair is as if it's nothing. 

Firstly what happens is they usually sit me down and have me waiting for an unbelievably long time. After half an hour of sitting around waiting for the slow as lady to finish cutting some pensioners hair she finally gets to me.

She takes me hair out of the ponytail it's in (I only ever go to the hair dresser when I want it dyed or my split ends are out of control) this is about the time they like to harrass me about the state of my hair. 

"Do you use a thermal protector when you straighten your hair?" 

No, only on special occasions like when my broke ass can afford that shit. I swear half of the time that crap doesn't even work.

Then they go onto to trying to pull more money out of me by offering a quick treatment for only $10. How about you just cut my hair and shut the hell up?!

After this whole ordeal she decides I'm not going to give into her blatant consumer cheating tricks and tries to make small talk. "So how was your day? How's school? What school do you go to?" Bitch, you just had me sitting their for half of my bloody day so you could cut my hair. The least you could do is pay attention to what you're doing and try not to fuck it up by talking about shit I don't care about while you widely play scissors around my head. 

aaand then after all of that they don't really do it the way I want to. yet I don't want to be rude so I say thank you and pay the outrageous fee for their shitty job because I don't want to make a scene. 

My life is so hard.