I'm like a bird

I don't usually care about viruses, but this story was just begging me to make a comment about it:

Bird flu in pigs may signal pandemic. Mad Cow virus jealous that it didn't get there first.
Now that that's done, I got my haircut last friday by someone who was in the middle of some sort of nervous breakdown. Note to self: scissors in the hands of someone who has a nervous breakdown should be categorized as a new fear...something best to avoid.
I knew i was in for fun when the haircutress gave the hostess a look of pure evil for giving her another person's hair to cut. She was rude from the get go, and after i told her what i wanted, she proceeded like a robot. She complained to another lady how shortstaffed they were, how she was burned out, etc. Then, she started mumbling that her hands were swollen from 20 years of doing this, and again, how burned out she was. All the while, she was giving me orders, like "head down," "move to the left," etc. Who was I to argue; she had the scissor!
She basically disregarded what I wanted and gave me a haircut I didn't want. When she was finished, she said "Is it ok? You're done. You can go." She threw her comb back to her workstation, and stormed off to the back, saying that she was burned out.
I was like "what the fuck was that?" I grabbed my glasses, and was actually considering walking out without paying, as I was rather livid. I get up to the desk and they said that since it was my 9th haircut, it was free. Yeah, ok.