I noticed a guy with a similar hairstyle to mine taking pictures of my haircut

I go to a popular hair salon chain where they have a menu of different styles like the Rachel, the "Bob"etc. I always get the same style and today was no different. The stylist was a new one and I pointed out a picture of the style I wanted by showing my phone. She looked at it for about 5 seconds before closing the website. <br><br>Anyways, it's finally time to cut my hair. She's behind me with scissors in each hand and the hair cutting sheers closed in each hand, which means nothing is covering my neck. She's only cutting the sides for now and I'm just chillin there when I notice a tall, dark figure hovering at the entrance of the salon. He kind of sticks out because he has long, bright red hair that stands out in the sunlight at the door. I think nothing of it because the place is pretty nice and has a lot of eccentric clients, especially all the young people. <br><br>So the stylist is STILL cutting the sides when I notice the same red headed guy closer to me. He's no longer at the door but walking in the direction toward me. He keeps popping into my view from time to time as he is walking towards me. I notice that he is looking at me with his head tilted slightly with a concerned/smiling face. It kind of reminded me of when Jim Carrey smiles in a sinister way. I can see that his eyes are a very bright shade of blue. The stylist is at face level and still cutting my sides. <br><br>I continue to see this strange man approaching me head on. He is now walking up to my station, but not actually up to me, but at the station next to me. He says hi to the stylist but I don't hear her response. He sets his phone on the counter and gets in the chair. I'm looking in the mirror at him and the stylist and my heart is racing like crazy. I think the woman behind me notices that I'm looking behind me so she glances at the man who just sat down. <br><br>So this guy has just sat down in a salon, said hi, and set his phone down...but still has not taken a menu down or anything to show the stylist what he wants. It's weird. This guy NEVER looks at me but continually pops into my view as I'm looking at him in the mirror. I'm looking at his hair in the reflection and notice that it is almost identical to my current style. I'm 100% sure that he came in here specifically to take a picture of it. <br><br>Now the stylist finally gets to cutting my hair at face level. I have to stop looking in the mirror at the guy now that she has scissors near my face. So now I can't see him at all, but... I can see him in the reflection of his phone screen. He has his phone pointed directly at me. Then the stylist has to stand behind me again all while the guy is still pointing his camera at me. I can see that the camera is still on and it's pointed directly at the back of my hair. This stylist is taking fucking FOREVER to cut my hair. I thought it was weird that she was taking so long just to cut the sides. Anyways, as soon as she stops pointing the camera, she leaves the station and walks over to the desk. <br><br>I immediately look over at the guy with red hair and look at his phone. The camera is still on and he was still taking videos/pictures of me. I see a bunch of pictures of the back of my hair. I start thinking about my previous thought that his hair looks similar to mine and think that I need to get up and get the hell out of there. I give the stylist at the station next to me a "psycological trauma face" then look back at the guy who points his camera directly at my face. <br><br>He was still recording so it was at eye level, pointed directly at me with the camera still on. As I was looking at his camera, a woman walked passed me with the same psycological trauma face I just had on. She was probably wondering why this guy is video recording this random guy was getting his haircut like it was some kind of ritual or something. <br><br>This is where it REALLY starts to get weird. An older woman walks in and sits down at the station on the other side of me then looks at my hair and says, "Oh, you have a nice head of hair." Then she looks at the red-haired creepy guy next to me and says, "You know your hair looks nice today." And he's just smiling, eyes all wide up, staring at her like he's socially awkward as fuck. He kind of looked like a complete weirdo. I could tell that he had no social skills whatsoever. <br><br>I'm just waiting for the stylist to come back to finish my haircut, but I'm not the only person waiting. There is a woman across from me that was waiting as well. Not only that, but now there is a line of people at the desk. I'm starting to think that this stylist sucks, not only at cutting hair, but at managing her time as well. <br><br>I look over at the creepy guy again. He's still just smiling and looking into space, eyes wide, not looking at her phone. It's not until I look away that I notice him suddenly looking at his screen. I turn back around and then I see his camera is on again, and I can see a bright flash of light. Holy shit. He just took another picture of me. <br><br>At this point, I'm already creeped out to the point where I don't want to be there anymore. Now I'm getting angry. I want to tell the creepy guy to stop taking pictures of me, but I was overcome with fear after looking at him and seeing the creepy smile on his face. I feel like if I say something to him, he might actually lose his fucking mind or something. <br><br>I'm still terrified to talk to the creepy guy, but end up blurting out to the stylist next to me, "Am I seriously still waiting for a haircut? I was here 30 minutes ago. This shit is ridiculous." The stylist next to me says, "I don't know, you're not my client." I say "Well can you tell her that I am fucking fed up with this shit?" Then she says "Sure." <br><br>The second she says sure, she immediately yells out at the top of her lungs to all the customers, "YOU ALL ARE GOING TO HAVE TO WAIT." I was just talking to her about MY shit and she treated it like it was everyones problem. Now everyone in the salon is pissed off at me. I'm already uncomfortable enough as it is and now I'm starting to feel embarrassed on top of this creeping anxiety that I have been feeling the entire time. Not only that, but the creepy guy is still looking at me. I know because I see him in the reflection of his phone screen. <br><br>Then, out of nowhere, the creepy guy with red hair gets up out of his chair, grabs his phone, and walks out the door without saying anything like a weirdo. Then an older woman with dark hair gets up off the couch and follows him out the door. It was fucking creepy to say the least. <br><br>Literally about 30 seconds later the stylist comes up to me and starts cutting my hair. I end up getting a completely different style. I tell her that it's fine as long as I can just get out of there. I'm so fed up by that point that I don't care about the haircut anymore. So she cuts my hair. I pay and dip out.<br><br>As soon as I walk outside, I see that the creepy guy with red hair is literally standing outside the door. So I walk in the other direction. This is worth noting because my car is parked on that side of the salon. I walk down a couple of businesses just to make sure that he's gone. I look behind me andIts a good thing I did because I see the creepy guy walking in my direction. I don't see the dark headed woman this time though. I fucking bolt it toward my car at full speed. I look through my rear view mirror when I'm in my car, but don't see the fucking creep or his hair anywhere.<br><br>I get fucking home and my friends say I look like fucking Jim Carrey. I pull out my phone to look and sure enough, I fucking look like the creepy fucking guy that was taking pictures of my hair.