Special fatty wants its hair did I work at a hair salon, and it's been d-day lately when it comes to business with back to school. So naturally, the wait times are astronomical.  So, in a lobby filled with patiently waiting, normal sized humans, this female burger borg with an elvis pompadour the color of Kraft macaroni and cheese, donning rainbow suspenders that were visibly screaming under the pressure to keep the denim tent high water trousers on its cottage cheese hills, makes a scene bungling into the door like she's Meryl streep on the devil wears Prada (also, did I mention shes clopping in on filthy glitter green crocs). She breathes up to the desk and proclaims a haircut is needed and starts loudly describing the special needs that her special hair requires, what products she's allergic to that she probably isnt, etc, and demands I get her in "post haste".  Well, it brought me great pleasure to disclose that it was an hour wait because I knew that it would be obnoxious. I wasn't disappointed. It bellowed at what an outrage that was and made sure everyone within a 5 mile radius knew that she would never return to this "sub par joint". It also yelled GOOD DAY and exited. Also trying to slam the door which doesnt slam since it's one of those doors that closes itself slowly. Everyone got to watch her jiggle angrily to her shit covered astro van devoid of hubcaps.  Probably to terrorize the closest McDonald's in unbridled rage.