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Oh, I hate it when the hairdresser tries to talk to me. Every person who has ever cut my hair is a vapid idiot who asks things like "Did you see American Idol last night?" Now, I could go off on a tangent about how Ameican Idol is proof that American culture is doomed, but this is not the venue for that particular rant. But as I was saying, the hairdresser should be doing less talking and more focusing, especially when she's got the unfriendly end of a pair of scissors two inches from my eyeball.

And I've never been to a massage place, since knowing my luck I'd end up with Hans, the German immigrant whose session begins with a mud bath, and afterword he informs you "Jah, unt by zee vay, zat vaz not mud."