rSlash - r/Bestof My Hairstylist Steals My Hair and Burns It

Episode Date: December 24, 2024

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If you or someone you know has concerns about gambling, visit connexontario.ca, T's and Z's apply. Welcome to r slash best of Redditor updates where someone steals OP's hair so they can smell it and burn it. Our next Reddit post comes from r slash true off my chest. For context on this next post, this story happens during the week of Thanksgiving. I'm weirded out. I'm also going to be vague because obvious reasons.

I'm a woman in my 30s and my stylist is in her 40s. I got my haircut today at a stylist that I've been using for about 9 months now. I think this is my 6th appointment with them. I usually do a trim or a style. Today I went from long hair that reached to my high lower back to an A-line bob. So because of the dramatic length adjustment, they took a picture of the cut length in the floor to add to their social media, then intending to add before and after photos too. That was totally fine and normal.

My stylist grabs a broom, sweeps up the hair and places the dustpan on the counter for a bit. Again, normal. They grab the broom and pan and head to the back of the shop. They're gone for a few minutes. No biggie. Then they go out for a smoke. But here's where it gets weird. The bathroom is in the back of the shop too. I need to go to the bathroom so I step into the back. On the way back, I notice my name on a small clear tote on the table. The tote has no lid and it has my hair in it. At first, I didn't really think much of it, but I looked closer and see that it's not just today's discarded hair, but it looks to contain hair from at least a few of my trim sessions, mixed with I think potpourri and sand or something and also printed pictures of my haircut with dates.

The printer is right next to this bag and on the printer is the picture of today's discarded hair. I didn't notice any other containers like this when I looked around. It was effing weird. So I took a picture on my phone. I honestly didn't know what to think or do and went back out to the salon. The stylist came back in and I mentioned that I went to the restroom and they seemed to freak out a bit but didn't say anything.

I didn't really know what to say so I just let them finish styling my hair, paid and left. As a socially anxious introvert, this was my nightmare. I got home and the more I looked at that picture, the more ick I got. I ended up texting them an hour ago sending the picture and requesting they remove the weird box of me and asking for an explanation. I said, hey, so I saw this and didn't know what to make of it. Can you help me understand what this is and why you have it? I'm not comfortable with you having this and request you please discard the contents. Also, even though I loved my haircut, I believe it's best if I find a different stylist. They haven't responded. What the hell?

Then about one week later, OP posted an update. It's been about a week, and with the holidays, I've been all over the place. But I ended up going to law enforcement to make a report last Monday. I'll likely end up going back if my stylist keeps contacting me like they have been. So I got the haircut on Saturday. Next day, Sunday, I woke up to a bunch of text messages from the stylist. It woke me up because even though I have Do Not Disturb on my phone, I have a setting that overrides if there's repeated contact attempts of over 3, in case of emergencies.

Here's what the stylist sent me, copy and pasted, starting at 3.49 in the morning. Also for clarity, OP has never specified the gender of this person so I'm going to use a dumb guy's voice but we don't know the gender here. I don't recommend going to a different stylist because of this. It's not a big deal. Small towns and people talk and you may not find anyone that will take you after this so I'd reconsider. I don't like threats. So I have your biological material and it's mine property now. I can do what I want with it. I kept it because I can and it means a lot to me. Why'd you send the pic? I know what it looks like. It's mine. You need to respond to me because I think it's misunderstanding about what this is. And it's no big deal.

And you saying you're switching stylist has me triggered. I do good work. You said so. I also charge a three hundred and fifty dollar client separation fee. So, yeah, you can't just say you're switching stylist with more consequences. And I know you said you already tried a few people before me and they're not many beauty people in the area asking for an explanation for a stylist having hair in a salon is crazy. Where else would you find hair at?

I didn't do nothing wrong but I will get rid of it if you're gonna cry about it and only if you say you won't be snitching to anyone else for your hair care. You mean a lot as a client and always tip well and I do good work. So it doesn't make sense and you know that so maybe don't threaten someone who does your hair and hurt their heart by making accusatory statements. I didn't respond to any of those this morning because it sounded insane to me. I need to process things fully before I make a decision on how to deal with it, so I just didn't respond.

Sunday afternoon, I started getting phone calls. The stylist called me 14 times that afternoon. And every other call, they left a voicemail. Most of the voicemails just said, call me back or text me back, but two of them were unhinged. I'm gonna paraphrase but in the first one it sounded like my stylist was crying and it went like this. Call me back! I'm getting scared you won't come back to me for your hair for real! I

just like how your hair feels! That's why I kept it! Call me! The second unhinged message was left late Sunday night close to midnight. I got rid of the hair except for one lock. I found out I like watching your hair burn more than I liked keeping it. Yo, what the f**k you guys? I didn't respond to any of those messages, calls, or texts. The whole thing had me freaked out now. I decided by that time that I was taking Monday off work to go to the cops. Even if they couldn't do anything, I wanted a filed report of the weirdness. I woke up Monday to an email from the stylist with an invoice of $375 for client breach of contract fee as the chargeable line item. The email body was just for being a B word. It was sent from their business email too so they're really doing everything they can

to ruin themselves. Even if I had a contract with this nutter, which I don't, the original amount was for $3.50. They can't even get their extortion fees right. I did email them back stating that we had no contract and to cease all further communication with me from this point forward. I went to the police station at 945 on Monday. I live in a rural area so there are portions of my drive to and from our main town that

doesn't have cell reception. When I finally got to town, I had four voicemails. I knew immediately who they were from. I talked to one of the officers on staff. They took my statement, a copy of the email, and asked me to forward all the text and screenshots of the numbers of calls. The cop said that, at the least, these calls and texts could be considered menacing and harassment.

But the voicemail where they mentioned how they like burning my hair was potentially concerning. Yeah, no kidding, detective obvious here. The officer advised I contact a legal representative in case this person tries to take the bogus invoice to a civil suit court. The cop said that I'm welcome to change my number, but having the evidence pile up if they continue to contact me after I explicitly told them not to in the email would only help me.

I reached out to a lawyer on Tuesday and left a detailed message regarding the situation. I've since received many texts and calls from the stylist. The stylist also sent me a Happy Thanksgiving text on Thursday morning as well. Regardless, they're giving me a lot of evidence to work with, but I'm so unsettled. I can't wait to hear back from the lawyer this week. OP makes another update just to say that she's safe, and this is a text message she received. Don't never say never. You're never coming back?

Don't make me laugh. I don't want your ass back. You can beg me though, might help. Then four days later, OP posts another update. I met with law enforcement again this past Tuesday. My husband and I drove over early that morning because I was also meeting up with the lawyer that I'm working with. Aside from the near constant texts, calls, and emails, I wanted to pursue legal action for a specific issue. Allegedly, this stylist tried to have my credit card cancelled.

Apparently, they used the last four digits of my card, called the customer service line for the card and tried to cancel it. I got a call from the fraud department shortly after this person attempted to do this, trying to verify everything to see if I actually wanted to close my account and dissolve my credit line with them. To be clear, the stylist was not successful in their alleged attempt. The stylist couldn't provide the basic information you need for these types of things, like my last name, date of birth, address, etc. Apparently, they thought they could accomplish this with

just my name, phone number, and the last four digits of the card number. I didn't cancel the card, but I did request a new one, for obvious reasons. I had no clue why they would want to cancel my card. To inconvenience me? Yeah, that's exactly why, allegedly. When I spoke with the credit card company, they agreed to send over the recording of the person that called, as well as the phone number the call originated from as long as the request came from law enforcement with a warrant. They gave me a phone number and reference number for the police to reach out to them

directly. The officer began working on that immediately, so that's in progress. I went to the phone company over the weekend. I had my phone number transferred to an old phone so I could still receive calls and texts there, but got a new phone number for my actual phone. The old phone and phone number has been turned over to the officer assigned to my case. The cops did go and speak with the stylist yesterday. Apparently, the stylist is horrified that I went to the cops and had no idea that any

of their crazy could be chargeable offenses. According to the officer, there have been no further communications via texts or phones since their visit, and I haven't received any other emails. A temporary protection and no contact order has been issued against them until the first court date. I've also reached out to the State Board of Licensing with all this information and my complaints. All I can say is that they're investigating. Man, OP, sounds like you're really caught in a hairy situation here. The really obvious crazy thing about this post is that this person is, you know, stealing

and smelling and burning hair. But to me, the scariest thing about this is that this person's job is to have scissors and sharp instruments next to someone's skull. I saw a TikTok the other day where a barber was recording a video of them cutting someone's hair and they accidentally sliced off the top of the person's ear, I guess because they were holding the phone and they were distracted. If OP ever went back to this stylist, I'd be afraid that person would carve OP's face off.

Also, if there's any lawyers listening to this video, I've got a question for you. Who owns OP's hair in this situation? Right? It's obviously OP's hair. It's got OP's DNA and she grew it. But once it's cut, is it still hers or is it like anybody's it's like fair game? Because the guy was talking about how he had a right to keep it. It's hair. Of course I'd have it. And actually, I think he's right. I mean, it's crazy behavior. Don't get me wrong. But I think legally he is allowed to own OP's hair, right? I'm just trying to imagine the courtroom scene. Um, your honor, my client is allowed to own other people's hair. There's no law against it. OP got her hair cut so it's not like she wants it. So if he wants to collect all that hair and form it together to create a giant doll shaped like OP

made out of her hair, then that's completely within his right to do so. I really do actually think that lawyer would be correct. I think that is legal as crazy as that sounds. Our next reddit post comes from r slash advice. When we first started dating, my girlfriend asked me what my favorite meal was so she could cook it for me on our one month anniversary. We were 16 years old and I told her my favorite meal was chicken parmesan. She cooked it for me from scratch and it was delicious. However, I realized that what I meant to say was chicken alfredo. I felt bad that she went out of her way to cook what she thought was my favorite meal so I didn't correct her or myself. Fast forward to now. We've

been together for 11 years, we've been married for two years, and once a month or so she still makes chicken parm for me because she thinks it's my favorite. It's good but it's really just not my favorite. At this point it's way too late to tell her the truth, right? All right as you guys might expect OP is getting dragged in the comments not in a mean way more of like a ha ha OP or such an idiot way and Then OP posted an update about a week later. I'm glad my travesty brought so many of you joy

I ultimately decided to tell my wife the truth so many of you joy. I ultimately decided to tell my wife the truth. I'm not sure I made the right decision after all, because I'm far more embarrassed now than I ever was over this. I've never seen my wife laugh the way that she did that night. Just when I thought she was done laughing, she would start up all over again. We now have this incredible inside joke for the rest of our lives. Huge thank you to everyone who commented their advice. OP, I remember one time when I was like, I don't know, seven years old, my mom had these chocolate covered cherries and I was eating them because I love chocolate.

And mom was like, wow, you must really like those. And I said, yep, they're good. And then every single Christmas for the next like 25 years, she got me chocolate covered cherries. And I asked her why and she said, yep, they're good. And then every single Christmas for the next like 25 years, she got me chocolate covered cherries. And I asked her why and she said, because she liked them so much. And I said, like, they're okay. Where'd you get that idea? And she relayed that story and I was like, mom, I was seven. It was candy. Of course I liked it. Also down in the comments, we have this story from EngelPinks. So for about 45 years, my mom has

been making stuffed peppers regularly. One day, about 6 or so years ago, she offered me some stuffed peppers that she had in the freezer. I thanked her but said, no thanks, I don't really like them. She says, me either. She then asks my dad because she knows that he loves them. He says, no thank you, I don't really like them to be honest. My mom was shocked! She's been making them for 45 years just for him. He just never said anything because he didn't want her to feel bad. Turns out none of us particularly like them and we've spent decades eating them out of politeness. And then one day the time was right for the politeness to run out. It's a running joke in our family now, and mom and dad use it as an example of things

you do for people you love. At least the guy above liked his meal, it just wasn't his favorite, and they only had it for 11 years. Also apparently there's actually a scientific name for this, it's called the Abilene Paradox, and it basically describes this exact scenario where everyone agrees, hey, let's go to McDonald's because everyone loves McDonald's when secretly nobody loves McDonald's. That was our slash best of Redditor updates, and if you like this content, be sure to follow my podcast because I put out new Reddit podcast episodes every single day.