Do I want a what?

I went to get my hair cut today and the Canadian lady who has been cutting it since I've been here is just a horrible conversationalist so really, we don't talk much. Last time I saw her I was stuck in the chair with scissors to my head listening to her go off about how hard it is to quit smoking and that I just have no idea how hard it is. "Yes Ma'am, I never smoked. I don't know how hard it is to quit smoking." Listen to me! Don't ever start! Do you know how I quit?! Ask me! "Um, how'd you quit?" BY PRAYING! I prayed!

Keep in mind while this convo was happening some religious program was on (which is normal for around here), blaring in the background just fueling the fire of this woman. So I learned my lesson from the last time, so I just kept my mouth shut...besides I also learned that when she has different TV programs on and the louder they are, the more she gets all crazy and starts blurting out shit that scares me, so I just said hi and kept my mouth shut since the TV was really loud this morning.

Things were going fine towards the end and I was excited cause she wasn't going crazy and I was almost out of there. Then out of nowhere she asked me if I wanted a tail.

*blank stare*

What? Do I want a what? A tail? For my hair?? Um, no Ma'am, please don't give me a tail. "Well Kid if I just take it up a little here on these sides I can..." No. I don't want a tail.

So yeah, I was really close to getting my first tail. Shit.