Yeah. The Natural Hairgrowth Institute in Chicago? Avoid it at all costs.

I got three hours of sleep last night, and could barely breathe since I’m still fighting the cold from hell.

I had an appointment at 9:30 this morning, which required me to pay $25 dollars for parking. I finally find a space, maneuver my way up
to the office. Ugh. I love the city, but I’d not want to live there whilst owning a car. No way, dude.

What. The. Fuck. Moment #1:
The glass door is locked, and all the lights are off inside.

I call their extension and get their voicemail.

What. The. Fuck Moment #2:
I call the Deerfield office to find out if there’s been an emergency. Some chick answers, has no idea about my appointment, and the Spanish-sounding dude who set my original appointment gets on the phone. He’s like, “I said 10:30, (He didn’t.) but I’ll be there in 5 minutes.”

What. The. Fuck Moment #3:
Huh? Apparently, all their calls go through the Chicago headquarters, despite them not answering that line, eh?

Steve Bennis, the Spanish-sounding dude (He really has an atrocious, ridiculous accent) comes running down the hallway to let me in. There is no one at the front desk, no other staff, no other clients.

What. The. Fuck Moment #4:
He hands me a form to fill out, asking for my social security number and my drivers license number, and nothing else – no medical questions, etc. I didn’t give up the info. Eff that.

What. The. Fuck Moment #5:
The total cost for a six-month treatment of lasers, scalp massage, exercise regiment, shampoo & conditioner treatments, that are “guaranteed to work?”

$14,000

I. Kid. You. Not.

Suffice to say, I never took the bait.