Haircut From Way Down South.....

Sure we have all had them.....you know the hair cut that you hate so much that you wish you never had evidence of? First I should warn you this may be lengthy but you will be rolling on the floor in laughter by the end of this; or at least all my friends have reacted this way so far.

Well I have that hairstyle currently but totally not by my choice! My d.h. and I "discuss" everytime I need a hair cut about how much it cost....which is still significantly less than what I spent pre-marriage days. I go once twice a year MAX, so I don't worry about it costing 40-50 bucks.......but he does. So to comprimise I told him I would go to a "cheap" place in the mall. He was thrilled that I was trying new things, but I warned him that he may not like the results. He laughed and told me "I go to the cheap hair shops where at most I pay $8-10, and I survive", my response is always "yes but your hair grows like a chia pet".

So we walk into the shop and ask for a hair cut....I get Alma. We go back to the hair washing station and do the usual beauty shop banter. Then we move on to her "magical seat" as she called it. I told her I wanted to look like the stylist's down the way (which is the EXACT same hair cut I got back in May)...she said okay. Then she says "say goodbye to your hair".....I should have run right then but I couldn't, maybe it was fear that kept me sitting but I just sat there and nervously laughed. Snip, snip, snip, snip...you get the picture. In my head I am wondering what is going on (but can't see because she faced me to the wall...also a CLUE), but didn't say anything. Then she whips out "hairspray" which I swear smelled like Aquanet, and the curling iron. I have had my hair cut zillions of times but never had my hair curled so I was thinking to myself...why is she curling my hair.......and spraying.....and curling.....and spraying....continue for another 20 minutes. Then she comments my husband will want to take me out on the town when he sees me, to which I reply "not likely cause I work tonight". So we finish up and she shows me myself......I was mortified and ready to scream, but calmly walked to the front to meet my awaiting husband and daughter...who also looked mortified. She tells me my total.....okay now before you go yelling at me. I am a VERY GENEROUS tipper, but not this time because I didn't feel ANYTHING was deserved so I crossed off the "tip" section and she scowled at me and said nothing.

We get in the car and no one says anything until I start bawling my eyes out. My d.h. got on the phone, called info, and asked to speak with the manager. He told her I would be back the next day for a "touch up", but that we were going to go home let me wash it and see if I could fix it myself. He said the manager seemed irritated but that she said it would be fine. I jumped in the shower, washed it, hopped out and was ready to scream in horror at what I saw! None of my hair was the same length, yet alone even close to being the same length. The left side of my face had pieces below my chin, and some closer to the top of my ear....but all kinds of zig zaggidy....the right side was just as crazy just about two inches shorter...yes that is right shorter. I walked out to show my husband, who gawked at me for a while. I just kept saying "HAVE YOU EVER SEEN SOMETHING THIS BAD?!" He called the manager back and said I looked worse with my hair washed and I would be coming back right now, because I had to work that evening and I certainly couldn't go looking the way I did right now.

I stuck a hat on got dressed for work and went to McDonalds so I could at least have food in my stomach. Got there, asked for the manager and when she came up she asked me to remove my hat....when I did she GASPED! Yes the MANAGER GASPED! If that doesn't tell you something I don't know what does! I had 6 ladies come apologize to me. Needless to say she had appointments and couldn't fix my hair but had her next best thing fix it. Of course I heard the "all we can do is go shorter and even everything out" I knew that was what they were going to say but I prayed for a miracle. Needless to say she did an excellent job with what she had to work with, and was very nice. I HATE my hair but it definetly could be worse. The ladies were very nice and the manger came over and apologized for being curt with my husband because she just figured my hair was "a little uneven", but she was very sorry too. Of course my husbands says "nothing says sorry like giving you your money back" but I told him I didn't even ask for it I just wanted to look halfway reseanable....and I do. Needless to say I lost 12 inches of hair.

When I went to work everyone said "YOUR HAIR!!!!!"

As slow as my hair grows I probably wont have to get my hair cut for a year.

When I came home he took one look at me and said "you can go wherever and pay however much you want, just so long as you don't go back there." It was HILARIOUS!

No I will not be posting any pictures of the damage either. We were supposed to have family pictures taking; which was the WHOLE reason for me getting my hair cut. But we will not be having family photos in our Christmas cards this year either.