Great Clips

I came to Great Clips because a local organization’s fund-​raising campaign. For each cut, Great Clips gave a contribution. I needed a cut, the organization got a donation. Sounded like a win-​win.
However, when I was escorted to the chair for my cut, I was appalled. The work station was filthy! Actually, filthy doesn’t really adequately describe it. Arrayed in front of me was a slew of clipper combs, each dirtier than the next and all sitting upon a dusty, hair covered black towel. The hair was obviously differently colored, suggesting many sources.
My stomached churned when I looked at the Barbisol jar filled with combs. It was filled with extremely cloudy brownish-​blue liquid. Visual images of bacteria happily swimming filled my brain. The counter of which all sat was caked in dust and hair.
I wanted to snap a photo to document the filth. But I couldn’t work up the nerve. I felt the urge to jump up and run. I was nauseated. But the stylist (I’ll be kind and refer her as D) was upon me, trapping me in the chair as she tied on the apron. I was frozen in shock. I could only stare at the countertop and imagine all the little nasties that must inhabit this demonic paradise of dust and hair, and visualize that it was being transplanted to my head.
I’m sure my friendly banter suffered somewhat as my brain played an internal film loop of the microbial assault taking place on the top of my head.
In the end I got a decent cut and helped a local organization with a donation. But after I got back home, I shampooed my hair 3 times and couldn’t wash away those visual images.