I'm squeezed right against the front door of the bus... again... man... I can't breathe... *cough!
The last minute rush-for-CNY haircut = long waiting queue, pesky kids monkeying around the already-cramped salon, noxious fumes from all the aunties having their follicles dyed, hairstylists who can't spare more than 3 lines of chit-chat without needing to sheepherd new incoming customers, loony CNY songs repeating over and over and over... and still being charged more than usual... Gong Xi Fa Cai Huat ah!
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