So no shit there I was....Today I had my retirement ceremony (ish) from my unit. This required me looking like a soldier. As an old dude, this is normally not the case. In Special Forces, old dudes get a little more slack on the ol fishin line. As the Senior Engineer I typically wear beat up old carharts and a hat. So I popped out to Mart of the Wall and snagged myself some dickies I heard was on sale as I have no clean pants to speak of. After pushing some old people out of the way and throwing a few gang signs up (posturing is important to leaving any Walmart alive) I made it through the check out line. I spot a not so busy young lady at the salon and decided shit! why get the ol ears lowered as well, go all in with this thing! So she plops me down in the chair and begins to ask all the normal questions. Heres where it gets interesting.....I should have known better! being a master of situational awareness (lol) I see she's a little overweight, red highlights, and has an emoji tattoo, but make no real note of it and begin barber shop style banter. Me: "what ya think about the elections?".......this is a f&^%ng stupid idea and I immediately regretted it. But the decision was made and I soldiered on! Her: "Meh".......My out, did I take it? NO Me: "Not a trump fan eh?" Her: "Not really" Me: "me neither, I didn't vote" ....at this point I was thinking in my head I'm gonna get this information! so I played the I didn't vote for him card. Her: "I just think he's a pig".......NAILED IT now having the info I began an attempt to reign in specifics. Me: "So what was the moment or situation that inspired you to feel this way?".......knowing full well what the answer would be. Her: "meh"........just as I suspected! Me: "Do tell?".....it was about this time I saw her face and realized she had no real answer. so I switched stance....south paw! Me: "what did you think of Hilary's platform?" Long story short this is where things just got weird and I can see the hate in her eyes as she slashes at my head like its a really quick fly and all she has is a rolled up paper. 5-10 uncomfortable more minutes go by and I'm not even looking in the mirror anymore, when she finally asks "is that good". I've never said yes faster in my life....Wrong...that's another story! So I made one last attempt at eye contact paying my bill, after that failure, I tipped her 5 bucks and skeedled out there with the worst hair cut ever.