Just a little off the bra ... I mean top

There are moments in life that are awkward no matter what steps you take to make them less so. The end of a first date, the beginning of the second one if the first one ended bad, opening a horrible Christmas present, hitting a person crossing the street and driving off ... the list goes on. But the worst has to be the time spent during a haircut. Especially, when it's someone who has never cut your hair before.

Not weeks, not months, but years are spent cultivating a relationship with one's hair stylist, or Supercut employee depending on your tax bracket. You don't just walk in and have report. And when they don't talk it makes things even worse. You almost feel guilty for not saying anything because they're doing all the work while you sit in that cool elevator chair.

But when you look down and see the stylist's bra sitting on top of her purse underneath the counter – well, then you've reached Dante's fifth level of awkwardness.

The sixth level is when you put two and two together and realize this is the same support garment they should be wearing while they're cutting your hair.

And finally, the seventh level is when you have to collect yourself and say, "Mom, I think you forgot something today."