We’ve all had those days… you’re feeling a little down in the dumps, and need cheering up. You decide on a whim to go and get a haircut. After all, if your hair looks good then you feel good. Only your hair doesn’t look good. Someone is going to pay!
Apparently, a gentleman in the USA had this problem. He went to have his hair cut , but was not pleased with the results or the price so he did what any other sane person would do…. and trashed the salon, kicking a hole in the wall and chucking a candle display about. He also got a bit angry with the staff, feeling that he was ripped off after being charged $50 for the new do! He had the cheek to return later and asked for a re-style, The staff refused and he got arrested!
Oh I admire his nerve! I have had my fair share of bad haircuts in the past. Remember when the spiral perm was ‘in’? All those lovely corkscrew curls cascading down your back. I was desperate for one. I had long hair which was neither straight nor curly (kinky is the word). Anyway, I saved my money until I could afford it and trotted off to the salon in excitement.
I was a bit concerned that the hairdresser was doing my hair in exactly the same way as they would a normal perm, but kept quiet as I know nothing about hair. Anyway a good few hours later and the finished result…..a much shorter, frizz bush of a hairstyle which frankly, looked awful! Not for me the long, lustrous, twirly curls I had anticipated. Of course I said nothing and left considerably lighter in hair, and in pocket!
The other occasion was getting my hair highlighted. Again I had very long hair, but I thought it needed a bit of a lift and highlights were going to do just that. I decided that I would save myself a bit of money (it’s not going to end well) and go as a ‘model’ at the salon.
This meant that a student would be let loose on my hair but would be supervised every step of the way by a senior stylist. It would cost a lot less too. Great, I trotted off, this time expecting that I was going to come out with brighter, shinier blonde hair, with that ‘natural’ sun-bleached look.
The student was very lovely, a little nervous, but that was to be expected. The first thing was she asked me to stand up whilst she brushed my hair through as it was long and kept catching on the back of the chair, I did this, but felt a little self-conscious. The next thing was she put one of those caps on my head (I could sit down now) with holes in, Funny. I thought I was going to get some foils.
The supervisor glanced over now and again but without concern, so I just let the student get on with it. It was pretty hard to keep quiet though when she dug that crochet hook thing into a hole in the cap and dragged a long strand of my hair through. It did make me wince a bit. and my eyes water rather a lot, nor to mention the odd ‘owww’ and ‘oooh’ that escaped during the torture procedure!
Eventually, several hours later I exited the salon with hair exactly the same shade as when I went in and a bloody sore head! Of course when asked what I thought, I wimped out and said it was lovely (and gave a tip)!
I’m a lot older and wiser now and much more assertive so wouldn’t put up with a dodgy haircut now. However, bad it may look, I still wouldn’t be kicking holes in the walls though!
Sorry to hear about this…as you know, I too have posted on crappy hair stylists/barbers.
You just can’t find a good barber or hair stylist anywhere in this world!
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Yes I remember your post 🙂 Maybe we should just all have skinheads and have done with it!
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My brother had a bad cut once. And when the stylist asked how he liked it, he said – “Put it back on”.
My son had a bad haircut once and came home almost in tears – I took him back and he asked them to shave it all off – they were quite chagrined, but did it, and it looked much better.
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I wasn’t brave enough to complain, at the time. Good for you for taking your son back though 🙂
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The first and only time I’ve ever complained about a haircut was when I was about 13 and I wanted the ‘Rachel-do’ but my mum conspired with the hairdresser to give me something that turned me into a badly cloned sheepdog. I thought this is my moment, be bold. I said that I hated it in the belief they would do something to make it better. Instead the hairdresser cried and my mum got really mad at me and made me buy her some chocolate as a way to say sorry. I still don’t know what it was about the way I expressed myself that was so bad and I still ended up with a shite-do!
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I loved the ‘Rachel do’ as well. What a shame you didn’t get the cut you wanted. You must have been livid having to say sorry and buy chocolate for the hairdresser as well! Mums …don’t you just love their morals?!!!
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I used to not stand up for myself when I had a bad cut or color. Somewhere along the line I came to the conclusion that I was paying far too much to go home unhappy and waiting another six weeks to get it fixed. But no, I would not resort to vandalism! After all, my police officer husband would be none too pleased if I wound up getting arrested! 😉
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Ha Ha! If it were me, I would take the Police Officer husband along to ‘persuade’ them to fix the bad haircut!!!
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I went in and asked for some chunky high lights, and came out almost blonde, with the finest highlights you can imagine! Not the best look for an Indian girl! In fact my Lil Man was one then and I remember him looking at me as I walked in. He was fixated, who was this strange person who sounded like mummy, but didn’t really look like her?? I went go back and got it toned down the next day!!!
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Oh dear. they do get a bit carried away these hairdressers.At least you were brave enough to go back and get it sorted out!
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I had to!! My child didn’t recognize me!! Lol!! 😀
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That is not good, Poor little thing, wondering who this new mummy was. 🙂
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She might have been a bit nicer than the old one…!
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