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unbibiumTonight after the doctor's appointment I decide I have time to get a haircut. So I go to Great Clips because they've never done me wrong before.
Both the people working there were people I didn't recognize. I put my name in the queue, there being three or four people in the waiting room, and go shopping.
When I get back, nobody's left but the guy and the girl working there. And the GUY is the one who cuts my hair. Fine. I just tell him to take an inch off and get rid of the sideburns. Can't be more specific because I've been conditioned to feel confused when talking to hair stylists, because they usually begin by asking me dozens of questoins I don't know the answer to. This guy, though, no questions. I take it as a good sign.
I notice this haircut is a little different, and he spends about two minutes just pinching parts of my hair and touching it with the comb.
Then he takes off the paper thing while my bangs are still in my eyes and turns me around, and I have this hideous Flock of Seagulls thing going on.
He explains, that's just how HE combed it and I can comb it differently. So I grab a comb and mercilessly destroy his masterpiece quickly, yielding a nice slicked-back look.
No tip, and not going there anymore.
I kind of wanted something slightly rugged, to reflect my recent travels....
Both the people working there were people I didn't recognize. I put my name in the queue, there being three or four people in the waiting room, and go shopping.
When I get back, nobody's left but the guy and the girl working there. And the GUY is the one who cuts my hair. Fine. I just tell him to take an inch off and get rid of the sideburns. Can't be more specific because I've been conditioned to feel confused when talking to hair stylists, because they usually begin by asking me dozens of questoins I don't know the answer to. This guy, though, no questions. I take it as a good sign.
I notice this haircut is a little different, and he spends about two minutes just pinching parts of my hair and touching it with the comb.
Then he takes off the paper thing while my bangs are still in my eyes and turns me around, and I have this hideous Flock of Seagulls thing going on.
He explains, that's just how HE combed it and I can comb it differently. So I grab a comb and mercilessly destroy his masterpiece quickly, yielding a nice slicked-back look.
No tip, and not going there anymore.
I kind of wanted something slightly rugged, to reflect my recent travels....
