The Haircut from Hell
As I cruise on home in my Toyota Tacoma with a sense of feeling good about my day I decide instead of heading right home I would switch things up and go to the nearest salon to give myself a fresh look, “It couldn’t hurt having some maintenance done, especially since I can’t for the life of me remember the last time I had done anything to improve my look, unless you count shaving my legs as something?” I say to myself while looking into the rear view mirror of my Toyota. I pull into the salon parking lot with my casual attire and makeup free face thinking, “Here goes nothing.” I stepped into this modern hip vibe of “I’m too cool” salon with amounts of girls that were either in chairs or in the lobby area that all looked so pretty! Each girl looked young, fresh and giggly. I couldn’t tell who was or wasn’t done over! As I looked around the room deciding if I should make a run for it I hear, “Welcome to Fusion Salon, do you have an appointment with us today?” The receptionist Mindy asks with such pep in her voice. “No I don’t I was just hoping there was an opening to get a little trim if you don’t have anything that’s fine I can come back another day.”
After letting the receptionists know I was more than okay if there were no openings, Mindy breaks the news to me that they could indeed fit me in for a fabulous trim. The way Mindy announced there was an opening with such excitement was like a girl finding out she’s not pregnant with the random mistake she took home from the bar over a desperate weekend. Mindy then leads me over to meet my hairstylist for the next hour then I proceed to take a seat on the stylish white leather salon chair feeling as if I was taking a seat onto a warm melting butter stick, I felt so relaxed I forgot how out of my element I was. I take a glance in the mirror thinking, holy hell, do I really look like that? Why is it that you feel the most pathetic being whenever you're in the salon chair only to glance in the mirror to be reassured you are, I now remember why I haven’t stepped foot in a salon for quite some time.
“OH MY GOSH Hun do I have the right look for you!” My borrowed hairstylist shouts as she jumps up and down with adrenaline. “I’m just here for a trim... I have a date tomorrow so I’m just trying to look a little fresh nothing CRAZY you know?” My concerned voice replies. “Of course doll, just sit back and relax! Trust me you have nothing to worry about I will have you looking amazing for your date in no time.” The hairstylist says as she stands be hide me looking straight in the mirror while holding a pair of scissors. Suddenly she whips the chair around so I could no longer see myself in the mirror or the scissors hanging over me. My first thought was, “Kind of strange...I’m only asking for a trim not sure why she is making such a big deal out of it this.” but as fast as that thought came in I immediately pushed it aside shrugged my shoulders. After a nice rinse off hair, I hear (snip snip) cutting across the back of my neck. Hair pieces started dropping to the floor like soldiers in war and my hair started to feel much lighter than before. “Don’t panic,” I tell my worried self, “it’s just a little trim.” Snip Snip more auburn hair soldiers fall to the ground. I could feel my eyes bouncing back and forth while sweat panic drops tumble down my face I had the feeling I was not getting the trim I had asked for. Before I could see how much hair was on the ground the hairstylist whips my chair around back towards me facing the mirror, “I had to cut off a little more because you had really bad ends.” WHO IN THE HELL WAS THAT in the mirror I thought! Where did my long locks go?? Bad ends my ass! I now had a hairstyle that resembled the look of Monica from friends when she had her short bob with bangs. No one copied Monica’s look, it was all about the latest Rachel/Jennifer Aniston style! Why couldn’t I have gotten one of those?? “Thanks…I wasn’t expecting this kind of trim.” I say as my eyes start to fill with tears. I slowly crept out of the chair and found a new meaning to the saying “walk of shame.” Not only do I end up paying the hairstylists more than I should have but I also get sucked into paying extra money on their fancy shampoo too. As I walk out of the salon I think to myself, “I now know what a dog feels like getting all shaved right before summer...like an ugly naked little mutt.”
I tried my best not to look into any mirrors on my way home from the salon including the ones to my pickup even if I needed it for safety or parking purposes it wasn’t going to happen. The whole drive home I kept wondering if I should cancel my date with Alessandro. The first time he met me I was makeup free with a huge dark spot showing that was big enough to confuse batman with the bat signal, now he’s going to be taking me out on our first date with this mistake of a hairstyle. I pull up to my apartment, park my truck, grab my things then make my way to the elevator. “Once I get home I will call Alessandro and tell him I need to reschedule,” I say to myself as I open the front door to my place. “Yes I would like to rent a booth for Saturday and Sunday, yes…yes that’s right, okay great I will be there Saturday!” I hear Aunt Irene say to someone over the phone as she proceeds to do a happy dance in my living room while wearing a leopard jumpsuit. Before I could ask Aunt Irene what the phone call was all about I suddenly noticed my apartment was hit by the party planning store.
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