Right off the bat, the place was very dark and gloomy. As an architectural designer, I understand the desire to used exposed structure and HVAC ductwork in a space, but it wasn't done well here. The walls were dark purple and the ceiling and upper 5' of the walls were painted black, so the sporadically placed adjustable lights were complete glare bombs - especially when having to look right up into them while having my hair washed. The styling chairs were also very uncomfortable, especially when having to sit in one for an hour.
You may ask why I'm going into this level of detail in a misophonia blog... I was already uncomfortable in the environment, so when someone started whistling to the loud music playing in the salon, I rushed to put my earplugs in. I felt bad for the stylist, who was very nice and tried to start some chit chat conversation. Unfortunately, wearing earplugs to block out trigger sounds on top of having to take my eyeglasses off while having my hair done (which meant I couldn't even fake being able to hear what she was saying since I couldn't lipread in a dark room - especially without my glasses), made it too hard to contribute to the dialogue. I tried to explain that I couldn't hear her because I was wearing earplugs since I was sensitive to sound, but she continued to ask me questions and try to converse. It was clear she didn't understand my discomfort.
Oh well... Maybe I just need to periodically take a trip back down to Vegas to have my hair done and see friends that I left behind. :-)