Every single time I think “wow not much came out with the conditioner today” and move on to washing my body, it turns out that I did shed, and the lost hairs just rinsed halfway down my body before getting stuck, waiting for me to find them while washing up.
There are fewer sensations more disturbing than pulling several long, wet strands of hair out from between your cheeks.
Oh I hate it. So much. And the strays that stay in the shower end up in my HUSBAND’s cheeks later.