Is the entire population going crazy?

So. I went to get my hair done on Thursday.. and as you know, the entire week prior to the appointment, I am filled with hours of anxiety and self doubt. I have had appointments where all I could think of to share was what had happened on one of the lame TV shows I obsess over...(i.e. The Hills, On the Record) and MyLan looks at me and condescendingly says she doesn't have time to watch TV. GRRR. To avoid this, I seriously take time to evaluate what I have been up to since my last appointment. I try a few stories with my friends at work to see how they will play out.
The appointment started out well. As I was changing into a smock, A gentleman walked in on me. I was startled.. Ran out of the changing room and ended up not tying my smock tight.
I sat down in the chair and MyLan approached. She was all smiles and asked what I wanted. When I explained I wanted more red in my hair, she freaked. She said she hadn't planned on putting red in and had only planned for a blond highlight. I told her I wanted the red. I wasn't going to pay the woman 170.00 for anything other then what i wanted. So, she went away in a huff to mix the colors. When she came back, she sternly said.. OK, I need to concentrate on your hair, so, I am sorry, but I can't chit chat with you.. HUH? Wait, bitch.. what? I was a little ..tiny bit.. pissed off at the bitch. I mean I don't care if I talk to her at all. I mean she does a sweet hair dooo.. But, the dream appointment is that I get a cup of coffee.. listen to Jet.. and the bitch does what I pay her to do.. That whole thing rubbed me the wrong way.. grrrr.

Then, I was in the back.. waiting for my hair color to take and I had to pee... when I flushed, I stared in horror as the poorly tied tie on my smock went
........(to be continued)