Yesterday I went and got the most awful haircut of my life.
I told the lady cutting my hair that I wanted it short on the back & sides and a little bit longer on top, and maybe a little spiky to compensate for the thinning that's going on up there.
Unfortunately, all she heard was "short" and "spiky," so when I got down off the chair I looked like a cross between Pin Head and a Chia Pet.
"There," she said. "That's MUCH better."
I looked in the mirror and was horrified, but at that point what could I do?
I think the problem was that this lady was distracted by chit-chat as she cut my hair. Normally, I don't like to chit-chat with my barber for this very reason but, it being Christmas and all, she had a lot to go on about. Also, I have to take my glasses off when getting a haircut which means that I can't see more than 6" past my nose, and therefore can't look in the mirror to say "stop cutting for God's sake! This isn't the bleeping Marine Corps!"
Anyway, I didn't have a fit or even say anything cross. I just gave her a nice tip and said thank you very much before rushing home and immediately putting a hat on.
The moral of this story is; don't talk to your barber, ever, even during the holidays.
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