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I once saw a teen boy at SportClips with his mom. The stylist who came to get him for his cut was a Russian woman who was showing a lot of cleavage.

The mom said, “We’ll wait until the next person is free” and held the boy’s arm. The boy shook his arm free, gave mom a look like “Damn bitch! Let me live!” and went with the stylist.

The mom, angry about this turn of events, loudly announced she was going to get ice cream.

I wanted to run over and give the boy some dap, but restrained myself.