Sunday, January 18, 2009

Because I like awkward

Stylist: "So you're getting the shampoo, conditioner, and mousse."
Mom: "Yup." She slides it all over to the register at the salon.
Tiff: "No, I'm treating you to the products."
Mom: "No you're not. You don't have to do that."
Tiff: "Eileen!"
Mom to stylist: "She's not paying for those."
Tiff to stylist: "Please don't listen to her, she's drunk."

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