...where I feel like I shouldn't have to wait 45 minutes for a haircut when I'm on time for an appointment. Especially when after 15 minutes of waiting, I'm told it will only be another 15 minutes.
I also feel like after 40 minutes of waiting, the person for whom I am waiting should be keeping an eye out towards the doorway so that if I try ducking into his haircutting room to get his attention and tell him I'm leaving, he should notice me.
But he didn't. I left anyway, despite feeling it would be perceived as rude.
It was difficult. But after two other haircuts where I had been kept waiting, and knowing he would take at least an hour to cut my hair, I was tired of it. One of the things I hate about being a girl is that I had to fight the feeling that I should be fair to him, to not hurt his feelings, to apologize for my actions. I should have walked out after 20 minutes, but it took me 40 to get mad enough to value my own time.
Bleh.
Sleep now.
