JO's very compassionate comment arrived very timely.
Before the hair has time to recover from the trauma of the recent breakup, we met the new rebound. However, instead of heeding the signs of warning, we chose to ignore the invisible fingers of admonition carassing the hair.
A series of unfortunate events therefore unfolds the moment I sat on the electric chair:
1. The head was being manhandled. The insensitive rebound could easily tell me or tip the head to the directions she wanted it to be so as to cut the hair properly and I would take the cue from there. Because I am not a wooden block and the head is not a football which she can manhandle anyoldhow!
2. Done with leafing through the magazines, I looked up in the mirror and saw with great horror that she cut away my baby hair*. Yes, you read that right. She cut away my baby hair!
Which bloody self-respecting hairdresser would commit such a crime these days? Doesn't she know how fugly it will be when the baby hair re-grows? And not to mention, I now have a thin strip of white patch along the right side of the hairline!
I am seriously comtemplating to tan my hairline now. I am not joking!
I want to strangle her!
3. When she was finished with her edgy cutting, she proceeded to style my hair. And let me tell you this, I have never met a professional hairdresser as clueless as she is. She had no bloodly idea how to style the hair. She was experimenting this way and that way. And in the end, I was like WTF?! I can style the hair way better than her!
Did she turn up at the wrong workplace that day? Perhaps she belongs to the school academy and everyone made a mistake that day?!
For that kind of money, the ex(-stylist) is definitely a godsend in comparison! But he chose to leave us in the lurch. Hmpf...
The hunt for the right rebound continues...
Sigh...
*Eh.. Can someone tell me what is the correct term for baby hair?
1 comment:
Oh no, that´s horrible. Did you complain? Was it at Tony and Guys too? What´s baby hair?
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