I am so freaking angry right now... some background for you.
I just got my hairs cut at the same place I've gone the last two times, and to my pleasant surprise, Sunny, my hair cutter lady was on vacation. I should have just turned around and walked out the door but instead, my dumbass proceeded to ask for a hairscut.
The lady (we'll call her crap face) comes up to me and asks me how I want it cut and I proceed to tell her that I want it the same way that it is now, but shorter. For those who haven't seen me in a while, I've been sporting a semi-mohawk. It's not a full blown one, but it's not your average hair cut. Anywho, I tell crap face that I want a two to a three on the sides, faded to a trim on the top. I tell her that I want to keep my semi-mohawk. Easy enough. Any 1 year old still crapping their diaper and suckling on mom's tit would have understood that.
So I get my hair washed, even though it had been washed 30 minutes prior to going, and head back to crap face's little hair cut kiosk thing (why do they always freaking insist upon washing your hair?). Crap face begins by eyeing up my sideburns and asking me if I want them taken up. I say "No, they're fine where they are." Crap face apparently didn't like where they were and ignored my statement, trimming my sideburns up a ridiculous amount. I had just trimmed them up yesterday when I shaved my ugly face, so they were already at max height. Not only did she take them up to a height that hasn't been achieved since I was probably 10 and unable to grow sideburns, but she made them completely uneven.
As soon as that happened, I knew I was in for a treat.
I let it slide, knowing that sideburns are an easy fix and continued sitting in crap face's chair, at her mercy. She then busted out the clippers with a no. 2 attachment and started trimming up the back. Crap face being the incompetent boob that she is, buzzed off the tail-end of my most glorious semi-mohawk in one foul swoop. I wanted to get out of the chair and start hurling obscenities at her, and anyone else within earshot, but I just sat there, pissed as all Hell.
Long story short, I got a shit haircut and did nothing about it.
Instead of getting out of the chair, punching her head off, picking it up and punting it across the mall then running back to her corpse and crapping down her neck like I should have done. I merely got up out of the chair, thanked the louse, and paid my absurdly expensive bill.
If there's any justice in the world, crap face will somehow be in a catastrophic yet non-fatal accident this evening, lose the use of her hair butchering hand, and be unable to deliver another shit hairs cut in her life.
Damnit, I thought bitching to you would make me feel better... but I'm still pissed at that @#$%&!
Bye
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FOOL... you should never have paid for the rotten haircut. march back in there and demand reimbursement or someone else to clean up the disaster area (if that's possible). so out of character for you not to speak up. lh
If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. Be a man and cut your own damn hair.
I had been for my first year down here, but I don't have my clippers right now and haven't purchased a new set yet. Plus, I can't do the hawk well... I'm good, but not that good.
I think you did the noble thing by paying, but you should've stopped in the doorway on the way out, dropped your drawers, then left them a little token of your appreciation.
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