June 27, 2005  If there's a hair stylist in town that didn't go to the cuisinart school of hair cutting, I'd really like to know, because I'm once again suffering the consequences of an uber bad hair cut. I think the chick who cut my hair got her license in a box of crackerjacks.

I didn't think there was any risk to getting my hair cut this time. I didn't want a new style or anything major, just a few inches taken off and some minor layers to lighten my curls. That's it. But now I look like a herd of rabid gophers attacked my hair and gnawed it off which, suffice to say, isn't what I asked for.

What pisses me off most is the bangs. I specifically said I didn't want short bangs, that the shortest they should be is chin length, but now they're so short they fall into my eyes. One might wonder how the hair dresser managed to screw that up, and it's the curse of curly hair. Curly hair is a lot longer when it's wet. Hair dressers cut your hair when it's wet, thus they often fuck up and get it too short. And, presto, you look like shit.

So I'm now facing a bad hair day every day for a few months and I am on the verge of swearing I'll never get my hair cut again. Or maybe next time I'll just skip the salon and let gophers have at it, since they couldn't do any worse, and they don't charge anything.

And that's what topped off today's bad hair adventure. This stylist doesn't think tipping is optional so, when I paid for the cut, she kept the change. Didn't even bother to ask if I wanted any back, just kept a 30% tip for herself. No, I don't think so. You don't ruin my hair and get a reward, so I asked for my change, which really pissed her off. But at least it made for one enjoyable moment.

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