Perfect timing.
I went to a hair salon today to get a haircut. I had personally never been there before, but my dad had been to this place several times and had been really impressed each time. So I go in and there's seemingly no one there. After a minute or two, a chick walks in from the back of the building and starts talking numbers to me and stuff. So I sit down and she starts to cut my hair with her scissors... and less than a minute in, she cuts her own finger instead of my hair!
Now note, I do feel awful that this happened to her and asked her several times if she was alright. From what I saw, it looked like she had only nicked it, but I was told that her finger was apparently only barely hanging onto her hand.
So anyways, she leaves me alone and goes back to where she entered from. Another customer comes in while she's away and my dad goes off to the bathroom. The lady comes back in and she's sobbing hysterically, telling me that there's only one other person working there at the moment and that she'd take care of things in a few minutes. So I go back to the waiting area and join the other guy. He asks me what happened and I said she apparently cut herself. He replied, "Wow, from the way she looked, I'd thought she'd just gotten a phone call that her family had just been murdered or something."
So my dad returns to the entry and asks what happened and I told him. So we sit around for a few more minutes, until the other lady walked out from the back of the building. This individual was clearly very, very sick. She was incredibly pale, had reddened eyes and had a hoarse voice that sounded just like "Tony" from Stanley Kubrick's movie adaptation of The Shining. She says, "I'll take care of your hair cut now."
Needless to say, my dad and I both immediately saw that this was a bad idea and decided to leave. However, said lady put up a bit of a fight in trying to keep us there and let her do my haircut. She failed, but it took a fair amount of talking out of to do so.