So my dad comes home from his hair cut with hair shorter than I'd ever seen on him before. Turns out the girl cutting his hair didn't like how it looked when it was cut to the length he wanted. He of course still payed and tipped the person (I probably would have as well) but then I thought about how unacceptable that would be anywhere else. Like, if you went to a restaurant, and ordered a steak, or a hamburger, then the waiter comes in and brings you a salad. You would of course tell them that it isn't what you ordered, but then if they eyed you up and down, and said, "you'd look better with less fats in your diet," you'd rightfully be pretty angry. Or let's say you go to a department store, pick up some clothes you really like, and take them to the cashier. Then the cashier looks at the clothes, then looks at you with a disapproving look, and says, "these would look awful on you," then burns the clothes you brought, then picked out clothes you absolutely hate. Or perhaps you go to a convenience store, and you want a candy bar, so you pick one up and bring it to the cashier. The cashier then laughs, throws the candy bar to the side and charges you for a protein bar and says, "you're looking kinda scrawny, you should try to bulk up."
After all those scenarios, I decided that I'd make this into a writing exercise, and ended up imagining this being part of a monologue for one of the characters in my story that gets overly passionate about the smallest things, and he's basically berating one of his associates about paying someone to do a shitty job, but the last scenario he gives is, "Let's say you went to a shooting range with your friends on the weekends, and you were gonna go again this weekend, but you were out of ammo. So you go to the sporting goods store and ask for the type of bullets you need for your gun. The man behind the counter asks, 'would you like live rounds?' to which you would obviously answer, 'of course!' Then the man PULLS OUT A GUN, SHOOTS OUT BOTH YOUR KNEECAPS AND POPS AN EXTRA ONE IN YOUR LEFT SHOULDER AND SAYS, 'I THINK THESE ROUNDS WOULD WORK BETTER.' DO YOU THEN USE THE LAST OF YOUR STRENGTH AS YOU BLEED OUT ON THE FLOOR TO MOVE YOUR RIGHT ARM TO REACH IN YOUR POCKET, AND PAY THE MAN!?" It probably wont make it's way into the story, but it was still fun to write x3 Anyways, how's everyone been?