While I was getting hot today I was deep in thought half asleep, practically dozing when the stylist opened her drawer to pull out a brush. I haphazardly glance in the drawer and saw a round brush full of hair. I don’t typically find this disturbing when it’s my own hair, but a brush of someone else’s hair? Absolutely grotesque.

Thoughts about brushes moving from head to head without the clump of nastiness removed slowly crept into my mind; which then led to thoughts of hair in the drain. A wave of hottest swept over me, I started sweating just thinking about that brush touching me. I prayed that she wasn’t planning to use it because I didn’t know how to express, Can you please remove that fuckin’ disgusting rats nest of wadded hair before touching me with that? Lucky for me (and her) she didn’t use it; though if she was going to, I bet she would have removed the hair. I’ll give her that much.

Is there such thing as a phobia of wads of hair? Specifically wet wads of hair? If there is, I may have it.

Wad, that’s a loathsome word. Ugh.