True. If you find a person who’s good, exchange phone numbers so you can find them again. Most salons won’t tell you where to find someone when they leave.
I’ve never had anyone cut my hair shorter than I requested, but my eyebrows were ninja-waxed once.
I’d been going to the same stylist for several years, and one day, while I was sitting with my eyes closed against the clippings falling from my bangs, I suddenly felt her press something just above the bridge of my nose. I opened my eyes, and they immediately crossed on her fingers holding the end of a wax strip. Before I got a chance to ask what she was doing, RIP. She had apparently gotten curious what I’d look like with standard-issue dual eyebrows instead of a monobrow.
I wasn’t terribly upset; it was more startling than painful, and I had no more than the obvious attachment to those particular hairs. It didn’t stop me from going back to her, but I did tease her about it until I moved away a couple of years later.
A short haircut means you don’t have to go back for three months.
The barber saved the OP money.
I think that’s why it’s important to have a stylist you can trust. I generally tell mine to get rid of the split ends and trim it up. She never does a hack job. In fact, I’m going in on Sunday to touch up my highlights/lowlights.
I went to a Hair Cuttery for a trim once, even told the guy that I was there for a trim. The fool gave me a crew cut instead! Been avoiding him ever since.
I go to the barber across the street from my doctor’s office now. Bunch of nice looking Asian women who give free massages (shoulders & up) and they do quite well with my short hair. I go in for a check-up every three months then cross the street for a cut after.
My Ex used to make it clear- if any peice of cut hair ends up being more than a inch, you will not get paid,
I usually get my hair cut once a year, twice at most. It’ll be a while before it gets cut again.
I just this week had a discussion with a multi-generational audience on how attached we are to our hair. From young women flitting from stylist to stylist, to guys despairing over bald spots.
I confessed how in my middle/high school years, I’d sit in the barber’s chair with my heart pounding. I really felt like my Cool Cred was on the line if anything was cut too short. (Of course, this was back in the late 60s/early 70s. The days of Hippies = long unstyled hair, Cool Ski Bums = longish styled hair, Narcs and Dorks = short hair.)
Some of the young’uns said they were jealous of us who’d passed the point where we obsessed about our hair.
That’s kinda my MO. Usually, barbers don’t cut enough off.