My first appoint for getting a consultation for a hair transplant was with a clinic in town. The place was spotless and clean, but the trouble began when I met with the doctor. She was bald. I looked at Tara and she looked at me. I wanted to get up right then and there and leave, but she gave me look that made me stay put. I listened to the doctor. She talked about the procedure, and that it is mostly painless and that it does not take as long as what you might think. I listened. Tara listened. She then examined my hair and took some samples. We thanked her, and left. The next doctor and clinic we went to was over in the next town. It was in a strange location. We kept looking for it, and when we found it, we thought that we must have made a mistake. The clinic was located behind a gyro and Greek food fast food stand. We had to enter through the restaurant and go back through the tables to a back room. Once we got there it was set up like any other waiting room. We checked in and waited for the doctor. Meanwhile, one man got up and came back with a gyro and was eating it while we waited. This man had a full head of hair, too. So I don't know why he was waiting.