Like pretty much everyone else this summer, I went to see “Avengers: Endgame” in theaters. I can say, without a doubt, that going to a packed theater on opening night was probably the best movie experience I will ever have. However, despite how much I love and adore “Endgame,” there is one scene in particular that really annoys me.

It all started with a haircut. I’m taking a class called Creative Non-Fiction, in which the assignment is to go anywhere in St. Louis and write about it (great class by the way, you should take it). For my first piece this semester, I decided to go to a barbershop on the Loop called Studio 7, on the corner of Delmar and Limit Avenue.