“ As it turned out it was a father and son shop, old school. I asked for a regular haircut and the old man didn't ask me a bunch of stupid questions like, "What's your phone number?" I got that every time I went to the place I had been going to.”
You’re one of those people that bitch when the Nurse double-checks your identity before shooting you with drugs, aren’t you?
“They said that's how they identify my in their system so they'll know how to cut my hair without asking, then proceed to ask me how I wanted my hair cut EVERY FUCKING TIME!”
Would you rather you didn’t have the chance to change your mind?
I mean, have you TRIED saying ‘The Usual,’ to see if the system is working?
“They swore they weren't selling my data but I know they're lying through their teeth.”
You… KNOW this.
How?
“Anyway, the old man cut my hair just fine without wasting any time and I've been going there ever since.”
Well, more power to you.
"He told it he doesn't cut blacks hair. That started a cat 1.”
Um, yes, you can’t run a business and discriminate.
You certainly shouldn’t just ANNOUNCE that you’re discriminating…
“ The nigger automatically pulled the race card,”
According to your anecdote, the barber threw down the race card first, right?
I mean, not ‘I won’t cut YOUR hair because of what you did to me in Vegas,’ he went straight to the RACE he doesn’t service.
“so the barber said, "Ok, you want me to cut your hair, pay in advance, and I don't want to hear any bitching about how fucked up your hair looks when I'm done."”
Yes, yes, threaten to fuck him up after violating his civil rights, that’ll look good at the deposition.
“After the nigger left we had a nice conversation about goddamned niggers and the fucking trouble they cause.”
The trouble that the Barber started, not the black customer.
“He shuddered at the idea of putting his hands on a niggers greasy head pubes, and I'm delighted to know there's no nigger funk where I get my haircut.”
Uh huh…
“When he was finished I gave him a $20 bill for a $12 haircut and told him lunch is on me today.”
BIG man! $8 towards lunch. He’ll name a kid after you.
Yea, without the lawsuit narrative, this is kinda difficult to swallow.