Nutphant Comics

I was at the hairdresser. It was time to wash my hair after dyeing it. The hairdresser started to massage my head and I started to panic. I felt really vulnerable and strange. It was just awful. I was sure she was doing it to make me pay extra for the job or that maybe she was flirting with me. I had no experience with hairdressers so how could I know. It made me really anxious. I feel sick just thinking about it.

I hadn't been to a hairdresser in about 10 years. And I had visited one maybe two times before as a kid and a teen. I have always been very poor so I cut my hair myself. Or when I was a little kid my mother cut it for me (oh the horror). But a few months ago I decided to go to to the hairdresser. I was very nervous when I went and got the appointment time for me. The hairdresser was at a shopping mall. I had walked past it so so many times in my time here where I live. But this time I walked in. I think I did pretty good but I feel as if the hairdresser who scheduled me an appointment (which was later that day) was staring at me strangely. I felt like I was too ugly to visit a hairdresser or my hair was in so bad condition she had to stare at me. Or maybe I was so bad at my social skills. Still, she stared at me. I felt super awkward. I asked the the price too. 120€ which is around 145 us$. Later that day I went back to the hairdresser. They told me to leave my stuff on a coat ...