I Never Went Back
I used to go to a pretty nice, higher-end place to get my hair done. I’m a male and used to see a female hairstylist who used to give me a hand massage while the conditioner was doing its thing on my scalp.
This was great. But one day before I went in for my appointment, I wanted to put some chapstick on that I found in my hot truck. When I opened the cap, the chapstick had liquified and spilled on my shorts right next to, you guessed it, my crotch. It dried super fast and had a waxy texture to it.
I was like, “This isn’t ideal, but whatever” and I went in to get my haircut and didn’t think much of it. Well, when it came time for my shampoo/conditioner and hand massage everything went fine. Or so I thought.
I got back to the stylist’s chair and she took the hair cape thing off and saw the chapstick stain on my shorts. I saw her reaction and she looked mortified.
I’m pretty sure she thought I got a little too excited when she gave me the hand massage. I was so embarrassed, I never went back. Story credit: Reddit / gonewithfire