I tried to explain to her that I was only trying to cut more hair as she had requested, but she only yelled at me that I better not try to follow her to her car. I said "Lady, if you think I'd follow you anywhere, you're batsh!t crazy"......then she started yelling that I was calling her crazy.
She was yelling that I'd never touch her hair ever again, and she demanded to call our manager from the salon to tell her of my possession and killer's heart......the manager made the mistake of laughing and that tipped Ms. Chew off a whole other cliff.
She started crying hysterically about how her head is flat, and how no one wants a woman with a flat head.....
Now, while all this was going on, Mary's client rolled out of her chair, he was laughing so hard. And Mary and I were training a new girl.....it was her first day with us. That girl was so mortified, that she went into the supply closet and stayed until closing.
We finally talked Ms. Chew into allowing Mary to finish the haircut....and the entire time, she was bawling about her flat head, and telling about losing a fiance because he found out her head was flat, and how she could have been a model if not for her flat head.....
And wondering if our manager would fire me, because obviously, I was possessed of a demon, and apparently had it in for flat headed people.
For years after that, every time Mary saw Ms. Chew in the mall, she did the "Psycho music" and pretended to be stabbing the air with scissors......yeah, we were slightly twisted. Once, Mary even asked me if I ever wished I'd just bought one of those damn sachets......
