I go to a barber store to get a fringe cut. At the hairdressers a man approaches me and tries to talk me into getting piercings everywhere. I try to persuade him I can’t or come up with some witty excuse for every one of his suggestions. It’s a long discussion until I comment that a lady that’s just finished getting her hair cut looks like she might want a piercing. The man wanders off to the lady.
I turn in my chair so the hairdresser can finally cut my hair only to discover that in my reflection I am covered in piercings.