That 7-Eleven on Route 1 near the airport had a hot dog and soda deal for $2 and I ate three of them one night after blowing $45 at a burger place that gave me a tiny patty and cold fries. Something about a roller dog that's been spinning for four hours just hits different than a $9 combo meal that tastes like nothing. The gas station guys know what they're doing.

Three racks? Dang man that's a rough day at the pit. Amarillo wind probably wasn't doing you any favors either.

That strand test turning orange right away is such a gut punch, you did the right thing stopping there. I had a lady pull a box of bleach from her purse once and when I said no she told me I was just trying to upsell her. She actually sat there and called the salon owner while I was mixing, saying I refused to do her hair. He backed me up but it was so awkward for the rest of the appointment. You saved her hair, even if she can't see it yet.