Just to give an update on the previous post about my date with a new salon. I didn't think he could fuck it up, but he managed to. I actually made him stop because I couldn't stand to watch anymore! My natural bad-hairdresser instinct kicked in the minute I walked in the door, and saw him, this hippie man with a fro standing there patiently. But, I am a nice enough person to not turn and run instantly, I thought to myself that I cannot judge a book by its cover. Jeez, I wish I would have. First of all, it took him about 20 minutes to trim the neckline – let me just mention I am a PRO at getting my hair done, I have been doing it for years, and was even a hair model for 2 years for a friend as he went through beauty school, I have had the best of the best and the worst of the worst touch this head o'mine. It does not take 20 minutes to trim a neckline, and usually that part doesn't come first. Everything he was doing was all wrong, the way he clipped my hair, the angle at which he cut it, completely wrong and mostly backwards. Then he chopped it all, all that I told him not to touch, he chopped. Because my hair is very curly, I decided not to make a fuss until it had been blow-dried. My frown become larger and larger and I saw my cheeks turning bright red – he had butchered my head. I tried to stay calm, thinking of polite ways to let him down that he had given me the opposite of what I wanted, I did not ask for crap! Then, he pulled out the scissors again and that is when I put my foot down, "STOP! I am done here and so are you. This is not at all what I wanted…" I continued to explain that one side was longer than the other, on top of the fact it was about an inch shorter than what I had expected, he argued of course, saying that in fact he hadn't cut any length off. I was like, dude are you fucking BLIND or what? My hair is GONE, what do you mean you didn't cut any length off? I grabbed my belongings, threw down my money (what was I thinking? I should not have paid, but I'm not that evil), and immediately put on my to-the-rescue hat and I was out the door. I immediately got on the phone and made an appointment at my regular salon, of course they can't squeeze me in for a couple more days. When I got home, the first thing I did was get out the hair tools an I started choppin away. I must say I did a pretty good job, considering the hair is SUPER SUPER ass short now, like it hasn't been this short in years and I never intended it to be, but this evil hippie man forced me to complete the hack job. But it does look pretty good, and thankfully I can now cancel my appointment with the good guys, and save 60 bucks. *sigh* Never, ever again will I visit a salon simply for convenience.