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I went to the Hair Cuttery (bad sign to start), and got a new employee (as in first day new). Now, I like a pretty basic cut, short on the sides and back, longer on the top and cut so it can stick up/out.
I normally have a rzor used to get my hair down to the right size, but this woman decided to go right to scissors. She then proceeded to cut off tiny, tiny amounts in random clumps. After 45 minutes in the chair she said she was finished, and my hair looked almsot exactly the same as when I first walked in. Naturally, I told her I wanted it shorter, and she promptly went back to the scissors.
I sat in that chair for 2 and a half hours.
Finally I just got tired and told her it looked fine when she said she was finished. I drove home to tell my wife this story. As I'm speaking, I notice she's looking at my head in horror. Finally, I asked what was wrong.
"Have you looked at your hair?"
One half of the back of my head was a round cut, the other half was square. I had clumps on my head where the hair was a 1/4 inch long and other clumps of almost two inches. The hair on one side of the back of my neck was visible from the front; the other side was completely gone.
I was livid.
I went back to the place, asked to speak to the manager, and demanded they fixed this cut. She gives me back tot he same person who "cut" my hair in the first place.
After I sit down I explain to her that this time I wanted her to use a razor on the sides and back to even everything out and to blend it into my hair on top. We went over this a few times, as she had some issues understanding the word "blend".
Finally, we reach a mutual understand, and I am hopeful everything is going to be all right. She picks up her razor, turns it on, and approached me.
BZZZT!
She put the razor straight through the middle of my hair from forehead all the way back to the bottom of my neck.
At this point I completely lost it, had a major "discussion" with the store manager, and had to settle on going home with no hair whatsoever.
It didn't help when my wife started laughing.
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