my hair altogether and just stared. Now I was looking at myself in the mirror as well, trying to figure out the problem. I thought maybe she’d cut my hair a little too short on one side and was trying to figure out how to balance it on the other. I gave my hair a once-over, and it seemed fine. The lady, though, was still staring at my reflection in the mirror with an expression on her face that said, “There’s something wrong with you.” But then she noticed that I was staring at her staring at me,