This read is long. I promise—it’s worth it.

A hair education class is normally a pretty standard affair. There’s an intro, the training itself, a summary, and a close at the end. Maybe even a free mimosa somewhere in between.

This wasn’t that class.

The list of strangeness that unfolded during a class in the Pacific Northwest wasn’t just high—it was off the charts. Here’s a short recap of what happened:

• We arrived to find a car in the parking lot with what were clearly bullet holes. The car was for sale.
• The salon had carpeting—the kind that’s impossible to get hair out of.
• The fish tank was green. And it had floaters.
• A child was walking around barefoot.
• The child produced what looked like a high-caliber weapon and pointed it at us.
• He also spoke Russian. We later found out his parents did not.
• Piñatas were for sale in the salon—it was their side hustle.
• One attendee knew an unsettling amount of personal information about our educator from scrolling his Instagram.
• Out of nowhere, another child appeared and promptly ate all the class food.
• One of the children misbehaved so badly that Mom called Dad. He walked straight through the middle of the class, delivered “discipline,” and walked right back out.
• Halfway through the class, a drunk attendee showed up asking, “Where’s the mimosas at?”
• She was promptly served a double mimosa in a red Solo cup—and then passed out.
• Another attendee had already left the class three separate times to smoke in the parking lot.
• By this point, the rep and educator were packing up when someone shouted that they wanted to buy something.
• We sold them a four-shear set of scissors. The down payment came from a beef-jerky canister labeled “Nudie Fund.”
• The “Nudie Fund,” it turns out, was a savings jar for a swingers cruise.
• Our educator was invited on the swingers cruise. His non-response was his "no."
• The cash from the "Nudie Fund" was completely soaked in beef-jerky oil.
• We later found out the sale was promptly sent to collections after one payment.

So… how do you tell a story like this? With children, of course! 😂👌

We borrowed a page from the Netflix hit Screwball and enlisted eight kids from parents at corporate to play every role. The result was a hilarious retelling of a story we couldn’t have made up if we tried. It was so unbelievable, we actually called it...

"We Couldn’t Make This Up If We Tried."

Names, identifying details, and events have been changed to protect the privacy of everyone involved. Even so—we still can’t show the whole thing. But you can click below for a short snippet.