What is it about hairdressers? Why do they scare me so much?
I skipped off to the hairdressers today, excited at the thought of having a bit of pampering, being child free for the first time in months and having my tresses cut. I should have known how it would go when I was asked if I wanted a coffee with Baileys in it...it was 9 in the morning!
So, onto what cut I wanted. A nice straight bob please cut just below my ears. "Are you sure you don't want it graduated" no, I just want a plain, STRAIGHT bob please..."really? It would look much nicer graduated and are you sure you want it that short" NO to graduation and YES to length. Phew, got my point across, albeit meekly.
So I bury my head in a trashy magazine and drink my Baileys free coffee. I take a glimpse in the mirror. I'm sure the lengths a bit longer than I asked for...and is she graduating it? I decide I'm being paranoid and carry on reading said magazine (ok, looking at pictures in said magazine). She starts up the hair dryer...I look up...it's a lot longer than I asked and bloody hell she has graduated it. I sit there feeling uncomfortable, I can't talk and I'm trying to perfect a fake smile. Why, why, WHY can I not tell her to cut it like I asked her to? Why did she ignore me? Why ask me what I wanted? I feel my cheeks burning...
Not only do I get a graduated bob thats too long I get one thats wonky, its clearly longer on one side. I also pay £47 for the privilege AND tip her £3. What is wrong with me? Why can't I say I'm not happy and can you cut it how I asked you to in the first place. I don't know what it is about hairdressers but they make me feel like its my first day at junior school. At least it gave my husband a laugh, its usually him that sports the dodgy haircuts, mainly because I cut it.
