So yesterday, it’s a rainy drab day here in Atlanta and I’m looking really really shaggy. It’s been 6 weeks-ish since I got my hair cut, well maybe 4 now that I think about it, and I was in bad need of a haircut. So I head out of work a little early and beat most of the traffic then find my way to a hair cuttery and go in. I should have known to beat it when I had the chance, they took my name and I sat down to wait and with only 1 stylist out taking care of a customer I heard raised voices in the backroom as if they were having a long argument.
Now had one of them come out to give me a haircut I might have been worried, but what worried me more was that this one Vietnamese lady was left out here by herself to man the register and cut her customer’s hair. Now granted it wasn’t exactly jam packed with just me waiting, but I’ve never seen a Hair Cuttery run this way.
So I wait and play Tetris on my phone, I make it through 10 levels and then she finishes the cut of the other person and calls me back for a cut. Now this woman is very sweet and very nice, she’s asking questions and we get into a bit of a dialog as she begins cutting my hair:
Her: How is your day?
Me: Oh fine, the weather’s horrid though.
How long since your last cut?
4 to 6 weeks I guess.
How much we take off the top today?
An inch maybe an inch and a half.
Off the sides?
About the same, I like the style I just need it trimmed back into submission.
Leave the sideburns?
Yep, I’ll take care of them.
And with that she begins cutting. At this point I zone out, it isn’t a difficult cut, most people do a fine job with it. I had gone to a true stylist (ie, not Quickclips or Haircuttery) last time and decided the extra $10 wasn’t worth it again - boy was I wrong. So I’m zoned out and I notice large chunks of hair falling, 2 and 3 inches at a time and I finally realize she’s just gone buck wild on my hair. When I realized this I managed to keep most of the length on the front of my top and now I’ve got an almost anime/punk style hair going - something completely different than I was expecting to come out with.
It doesn’t look horrid thankfully, the cut worked out - it just wasn’t what I was expecting AT ALL. And so kids, the lesson here is to always pay attention to the stylist, make sure they know what you want and how you want it. I can’t trust them anymore. And also remember, hair will grow back. Or at least, while you’re my age, it’ll grow back so it isn’t the end of the world if you get a bad cut.
For those who’d like to see a picture of the hackjob, I posted a pic on my blog