Today, I made an appointment for myself at the hair stylists for a haircut. I have not gotten my hair cut into a style for quiet a while-actually, 10 years. I am totally freaked out because I am afraid I will get a horrible haircut! Just incase this worst-case scenario happens, can people share their own hair nightmares? It will defaintly help me sleep easier…
When life throws me a curve ball, my first reaction is to throw
it back. And then I realize, “Hey, I caught it!”
~ Jack Handey
Haircut?
Yer pal,
Satan
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My hair nightmare:
I’m walking down a dark, empty street. I hear this weird rustling noise behind me. I ignore it, pull my coat tighter around me, and try to speed up but the noise gets louder and louder, closer and closer. I finally turn around and there’s this gigantic … hairball … more of a chignon, really … right there, with a great big knife entwined within the loops. I scream and scream but nobody hears me or comes to my rescue. Just as the hairball starts to stab me mercilessly, I wake up in a cold sweat.
Maybe I didn’t make myself clear…
When life throws me a curve ball, my first reaction is to throw
it back. And then I realize, “Hey, I caught it!”
~ Jack Handey
Here’s my worst haircut story.
$50 bucks + tip for a haircut. Less than 3 weeks later I had to go get another haircut. Not because it was a bad haircut the first time but because he didn’t cut enough off the first time. A co-worker recommended him and I didn’t want her to feel bad (you know how it is…as soon as you recommend someone or some place, something goes wrong). So I just paid for the cut and went somewhere else (read: cheaper) and got more cut off.
Total cost $75.00
Now I remember why it’d been so long since I got a haircut to begin with.
Work is fine for killin’ time, but it’s a shaky way to make a living.
My assistant at work has a seven year old son who wanted to give her a haircut so badly he whined for hours.
The next day no one said anything, but we had a grand time watching them struggle to come up with something nice to say.
She got it fixed that afternoon, but it’s MUCH shorter…
My hair nightmare came about because I didnt know that terra cotta was orange. A few hours before my Christmas party a couple of years ago, I decided to highlight my hair, the girl on the box looks just perfect to me so without reading, I just grabbed it and went on home to put the colour in.
Lo and behold when I rinsed it out I was flaming orange. The jokes that night ranged from being called terry cotta, she’s infra red to we didnt need headlights because she glowed in the dark.
Needless to say, I learned what terra cotta is.
Give your children these two things: One is roots, the other, wings - Wally Wally He’s our Man
When I was 12 I got a spiral perm, and I really liked it. In fact, I liked it so much that I decided to have it done again a year later. The second time around I had it done by a different girl, and she burnt my hair! It was long in most places, but when it started to grow I had little spikey bits popping out all over the place. It took me 2 years to grow out the horse hay that was supposed to be my hair.
After that ordeal, I just let it grow and grow for 3 years until it was almost at my waist. Then 2 years ago I cut it all off, to about an inch all around, and am currently growing it out and suffering the dreaded “in-between” stage.
I guess I’ve never had “GOOD” hair.
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The ride is short and the thrills are cheap- Men and rollercoasters. - - -Courtesy of Wally, that Signifying Guy.
I’m going through a hair crisis right now in fact… my hair has started to get split ends really bad (ever since I went into the pit at a metallica concert), and I may have to cut a lot off in order to save it. I’m doing all I can to save it, and it’s helping, but the worry is still there.
So that’s my nightmare… having short hair again.
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I went to the barber today to get my hair cut (well, duh). He apparently was not paying too much attention, and instead of cutting my hair the way I usually have it done, he cut it how several people before me had apparently had done. He started cutting, then stopped. “You said high and tight, right?” “Umm, no.” “I wasn’t thinking. . .been doing a lot of those today. Hope it’s not too short.” He did give me the cut for free, though, since he messed up. I don’t look good with my hair this short on the sides…and I have a bald spot on one side of my head (it’s always been there) which makes it look worse.
-Neil
In grade twelve I had decided to cut all my hair off, and went to a stylist that my friend had recommended. I really liked both, what he did with my hair and him, so I always went back. But within time he seemed to feel the need to experiment on my poor head and always sent me off looking like some sort of circus-rejected clown, but since it was never the cut itself that was bad, but rather just the way he styled it, I continued to go back. Then one day I went in to get the ends cut off because my dark brown roots were starting to look pretty ridiculous pushing out my bleached ends.
So, he got to work snipping away at my head when he got a “great idea”. He ended up cutting the hair on the bottom half of my head so short that when I ran my hand up my neck, I couldn’t even tell where the hair started. Then, just to make me look like a complete idiot, he left my hair blond on top. There was absolutely no fade involved in this, at all. Just BROWN Kablam! BLOND! Like someone drew a damn line around my head. Then, just to make it all the more horrific for me, he put this black licorice scented goop on my head to get the hideous part way hell on the right side of my head, to stay. And I HATE BLACK LICORICE.
After the tragedy I was supposed to take the bus home, but was too embarassed to have anyone see it that didn’t need to, so I called my dad instead. After I demanded he come pick me up, he asked, “what’s wrong?” my response: “my fucking hair!” And I’m sure you’ve all realized how little I swear, so you can imagine what a surprise this was to my dad.
Then, while waiting for him to come, I was becoming increasingly angry at the disaster on my head. And it got to the point that I became one of those people that walk around swearing to themselves and pulling at their hair.
Then, just to make it all better, the first thing my manager did when he saw me in my little green dress and munster hair, was call me a “Lesbian Skittle”
What a day.
“Organs gross me out. That’s organs, not orgasms.”
-the wallster
I just had to come back and mention the time my hair was lit on fire.
I was in my camper at the range, lighting the stove when my ‘friend’ called me. I turned around still holding whateverthatthingiscalled, when I was sprayed in the face with hairspray. FWOOMP went my hair.
Her reason for doing this was becasue she was angry that this guy (who neither of us knew) ‘liked me better than her.’
“Organs gross me out. That’s organs, not orgasms.”
-the wallster
One day I wanted to see what my head looked like under the hair. People always say, “Just pull your hair back and you can tell.” Yeah right! So I had my friend shave my head. It didn’t hurt so much when he was actually shaving, just a few nicks here and there. The real pain came when I went to jump in the shower to get all the excess hair off my body. OUCH!! When that water hit my bald head, man it felt like hot peppers on a mucous membrane. It subsided after a while of grimmacing and heavy breathing.
I now know I have a symmetric shaped head. If and when I go bald, NO comb over for me…just shave it!
Mega, that’s awful. Did you get any getback?
In grade 7, my hair dragged across a Bunsen burner and melted. A hairdresser was able to restyle it so that bit didn’t show, but I had to endure the burnt-hair odor all day.
“Hush, village idiot!”
I was too shy to do much about it. But oh, I’d like to see her try now! MUHAHAHAAHA!!
“Organs gross me out. That’s organs, not orgasms.”
-the wallster
I hear ya brother. But I can’t quite correlate split ends to moshpit activity. Care to elaborate?