I should have walked out when I saw her. She looked fresh out of beauty school. I should have left when she turned me to face the wall instead of the mirror. I should have left when I got the nervous feeling as she was raking my scalp with her little comb.
But, no, I waited until I saw a three inch piece of hair fall onto my lap. Wait!!! That’s a lot more than an inch!! I only wanted an inch…I told you that I have been trying to grow my hair for two years…Please…stop…
Then I complained, and you argue with me and keep calling me “Honey,” in your most condescending tone, and then I turned to ask the little dude as the register if someone else could finish my hair and I really got the pile on.
You BOTH argued with me about the hair cut. Face it, that’s not what I wanted!! I am freaking out, I am crying, and you are yelling at me and telling me to leave if I don’t like it. Fuck you!!! I should have known better than to go to a fucking mall salon. I learned my lesson long ago that you don’t try to save a buck when it comes to your hair. The little dude kept telling me to shut up, he actually said that to me. I was hysterical, I still feel a bit hysterical.
You both are lucky I didn’t smack you. I felt like it. I had to really restrain myself to keep from grabbing your tiny little face and squeezing it. You were too close in proximity to me, and you better thank God that I’ve been through anger management or it would have gotten a lot uglier.
I walked out of that salon with wet hair and half a haircut, I was crying and red and looked a mess. There’s no doubt the people who saw me knew where I had been. Yours is the only salon in the mall.
When I got to my regular salon I was told that you hacked my hair up!! It was terribly uneven and there was no method to your madness!! Thank God for my stylist, she did a great job of damage control and fixed the fucking mess you made. Still, I’m not happy. I didn’t want my hair this short, I don’t like it this way.
I wanted one fucking inch off!! How difficult is that??